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Two years ago I had one of the best New Year’s Eves I can remember. My dreary boyfriend at the time, and two friends of mine went to Prospect Park in Brooklyn and rang in the New Year with a 5k race at 11pm, followed by fireworks and hot chocolate in the park when the clock struck midnight. At the exact moment when everyone yelled “Happy New Year!” my boyfriend was nowhere to be found. I was alone, starring up at the exploding lights in the sky with a cup of steaming hot cocoa in my hand, feeling healthy, sober, and happy.
