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Elizabeth Wurtzel on Her One-Night Stand Life

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I am 45 and have been living like I’m 25 since I was 15.

Photo: Andreas Laszlo Konrath/New York Magazine I am so done with 2012. What a wretched year it was. Last winter, I was living in the parlor floor of a nineteenth-century walk-up on Bleecker Street with thirteen-foot ceilings and two fireplaces and a tarp deck that stretched out like a backyard, with pottery planters of ferns and geraniums and a wood fence around it. Despite all the chipped paint and disrepair that approximated charm in the floor-through apartment, I would have been happy if the previous tenant, from whom I was subletting, had not turned into a stalker. From time to time, and

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