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beneath my bare feet. I reached for the hoodie hanging

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than leaving him home alone, and he used the time

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ity where things worked where sidewalks didn't crack

ed man named Mr. Allen, who always smelled fai

arked as we arrived

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aded a few blocks west, toward Lexington Avenue,

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key, who was trying to balance his fork on his nose.

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and damp pavement. Still, something about the New York air m

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pressure. But I'd advise keeping an open mind.

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sound like desperation. Whoever it was...

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to do with this. But even she wouldn't toss

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