Sarah Paulson & Pedro Pascal
I met you, Sarah Paulson, in September of 1993, my first month in New York City.
I remember that so clearly. It’s a wonder we survived. When I think about the debauchery, the things that we did, the kind of shit we were pulling and the way we were behaving, I don’t even know how we made it to the next morning, much less 20 years later.
We attached to each other and haven’t been able to let go.
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