Dear Diary:
I was running late. I was just stepping out of my hotel on the Upper East Side and had 15 minutes to meet a friend in Midtown. With no time for makeup, I must have looked a like a complete mess.
It was a bitterly cold afternoon. Rush-hour traffic had Fifth Avenue gridlocked, and my bus was nowhere in sight. Gripping my collar, I began to sprint south.
Luckily I was only a few minutes late in arriving, but my face was numb and red from the icy wind.
“What blush are you wearing?” my friend said when she saw me. “That shade looks amazing!”
I blinked.
“I think it’s called Fifth Avenue Traffic Jam!” I said.
— Levi Jiang
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