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“Sam threw up on Mark's new blazer. "Shit," said Mark. "I'm sorry," I said. Sam started to cry. There was a kind of odd murmur in the seats around us, as the smell began to penetrate to the adjoining rows. At any moment the murmur would probably build to a hiss, and then a chorus of boos, and ultimately Sam and I would be stoned to death with Bic pens. "What am I apologizing for?" I said. "It's not my fault." "I know it's not," said Mark. "I'm sorry." "It's not your fault either," I said. "This whole thing is my fault," he said. "If you really believed that, you would have paid my shuttle fare," I said. I picked up Sam and stood up to go to the bathroom with him. Mark began to wipe off his blazer with his handkerchief. "You bought that blazer with Thelma Rice, didn't you?" I said, and started for the back. I didn't even have to hear the answer. Mark's impulse to fall in love is always accompanied by his impulse to purchase clothes with the loved one looking on.”

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Heartburn

Nora Ephron's Heartburn is a witty and insightful exploration of the intricacies of love and marriage, offering a candid look at the challenges and triumphs of personal relationships. more

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Nora Ephron
Nora Ephron

Nora Ephron was an American journalist, screenwriter, playwright, and author. Born on May 19, 1941, and passing away on June 26, 2012, Ephron made significant contributions to the entertainment industry with her witty and insightful storytelling. She is best known for her romantic comedies, which often explore complex themes of love and relationships. more

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