The New York Doll Read Free

relationship with my father is not the greatest, and my aunt is his cousin. So I wouldn't count on them.
    - Why not? Let's try calling them at least! It won't kill you.
     
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    I probably still have all the text messages saved in my old phone that can tell the story of my relationship with my cousin Ari better than my memory. See, when it comes to love and relationship, memory is very tricky, it tries to erase the pain and save only the good stuff; but for some girls, if the break up was too painful, it works the other way round, it wants you to memorize every second of your pain, tears and humiliation so if you ever think again of coming back to the person who hurt you so bad, you will have kind of a protection barrier, an electric fence that hits you hard and immediately sends an impulse to your brain: this guy equals pain, don't do it. And you are safe. If you are smart. Or if you are not a subconscious masochist who keeps going back to her offender to punish herself for whatever unresolved daddy issues she has.
    My memory however works the other way. It permanently removes the unwanted person straight to the waste bin and clicks "delete". So it's kind of saved on the hard drive and if you ever go to the backup point, it will probably show you that this person existed at some point but now he remains buried under the pile of virtual papers. And yes, I'm aware of the fact that I'm probably watching too much of a "Big Bang Theory" since I have such weird associations with computers.
     
    - My friend liked your friend. Let's take them to the movies?:)
    - Ok:)
    - Deal. Goodnite, girl.
    - Good night:)
     
    - Isaac lost Julie's number, can you send it pls?
    - Sure:) 917 717 7777
    - Thank you;)
     
    - What r u doing, beautiful?;)
    - Trying to sleep:)
    - I'm in bed too:) Wish you were here with me;))
    - Me too baby:)
    - Ok sexy, c u tom;) goodnite
    - Good night, baby:)
     
    Ari would call me every morning while I was at school and my heart would beat faster as soon as I would hear familiar ringtone at the same time every day and would rush out of the class with a silly smile on my face. He would call me when I was tanning on Brighton beach, flirt with me effortlessly saying that he loves my "job" laying down on the beach and looking hot. If they would only pay for that, I would laugh. And God knows, I already needed money. Ari promised to help me with the job since our Manhattan interview didn't go too well. Julie started going out with his best friend, a very sweet looking Jewish boy Isaac, who would all be manners and charms, so quiet and shy and after all turned out to be the biggest male whore I've seen. Actually no, I'm sorry, the biggest male whore awards goes to Tommy, my best friend Mikky's former boyfriend. But we'll come back to him later.
     
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    I'm sitting at the dinner table in my aunt Anna's big house in Staten Island, all executed in Versace style. I never really understood that weird Russian immigrants' obsession with brands, but it is what it is. After my tiny Brighton apartment that would all fit in one of my aunt's bathrooms, it seemed very chic and upscale.
    - Well, we are planning to open this night club in a month or so, so it would be perfect for you and your friend to work there. What do you say?
    - That would be great of course!
    - And Ari would look after you two, right, Ari?
    Ari winks at me and says:
    - Oh I will look after my little baby sister all right.
    I'm getting a text that says "I want to take you to California Hotel". It's from Ari of course. Aunt Anna feeds us with all kinds of Russian food and homemade salads that I missed already.
    - Don't even worry about a thing, honey. You are in our family now and we'll take very good care of you.
    We all drink tea at the huge living room and watch Russian television. When my aunt doesn’t see it, Ari touches my hip and moves his hand under my skirt. He drives me crazy just sitting next to me. At the same time I know