Private: Two apologies and an appreciation

Letters from Choire:

Dear Everyone In My 8:15 p.m. Yoga Class Tonight on Lafayette Street,

I could have sworn I left my cell phone at home. And I’m sure I didn’t mean to set the ringer for panic-and-evacuate-the-building volume. I agree that our yoga teacher girl was cranked up on meth and the class was brutal, and I know you were enjoying your much-deserved relaxation in the dark during those last ten minutes. I nearly drifted off myself, well, until the klaxon surprise of my cell phone…

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