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As Carrie sat at her window later that night, the city skyline flickering back to life, she began to type.

“My Manolos!” Charlotte shrieked, clutching her ankles. “If a crack opens in the pavement and swallows my limited-edition pumps, I am suing the tectonic plates!” 6.6 Sex and the City

Miranda, ever the pragmatist, was staring at her Blackberry. “The subways are down. The bridges are closed. We are officially trapped on an island with eight million panicked people and a dwindling supply of premium vodka.” As Carrie sat at her window later that

“Forget the shoes, Char,” Samantha said, remarkably calm while checking her reflection in a silver butter knife. “I was mid-sentence with a very handsome structural engineer when the floor started shimmying. If the world is ending, I’d like to be at least two blocks closer to his apartment.” “The subways are down

As the aftershocks subsided, the city transformed. The relentless hum of Manhattan was replaced by a strange, collective breath. Without the roar of the 4 train or the constant honking of yellow cabs, New York felt naked.

“The building shook,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “But the foundation held.”