Aside from a sudden shift from Fall to Summer, the busy streets of Brooklyn seem like they did yesterday: neighborhoods shaped by countless rows of brownstones, each of them just as tall and weathered as the others.
Everything seems to be the way I remember…Or at least how it seemed before waking up this morning in a girl’s body. Riley, my puffy-eyed and sniffling roommate, drives us toward a mystery destination — Somewhere, she says, “that’ll fix everything” and “make me feel the same as I used to.”
I still don’t know what that means.