Paula

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It started, as all self-indulgent habits do with me, in the midst of a failing relationship. I was twenty-five, drinking and drugging my way through the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle, and desirous of something steady to hold me in place.
Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant: Confessions of Cooking for One and Dining Alone
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