This is the story of how I died. Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel.
I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: “You’ve got mail.” I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York. Just the beat of my own heart. I have mail… from you.
Imogene Q&A at UGC Les Halles, Paris, 19/06/13
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