I entered Grand Central Station and checked the schedule for the next train home. Immediately I recognized my dilemma. It was 5:57pm and my train was leaving at 6:04.pm. With only seven minutes to spare, I had to decide between CHEESECAKE and a RESTROOM.
As I sit here eating my cheesecake, I am very grateful that this is a EXPRESS TRAIN. I'm also wondering if a session of Ballet Conditioning will make up for the momentary lapse of good judgement.
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