"Don't you have a lock?" Rose Byrne asks, her forehead under her bathing cap creasing with concern. We're in the women's locker room at the YMCA on 14th Street, steps away from the pool -- the only pool, Byrne has informed me, that she has found in her decade-plus of ... More
"Don't you have a lock?" Rose Byrne asks, her forehead under her bathing cap creasing with concern. We're in the women's locker room at the YMCA on 14th Street, steps away from the pool -- the only pool, Byrne has informed me, that she has found in her decade-plus of ... More
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