It was one of those nights. We met on the corner of 6th and 57th; real close to Central Park. Then we went there. It was winter, so snow was piled high on the ground and yet the horses were still trotting. Money was no object that night so I hailed one and we clambered on board. The horse was huge, white, majestic. It snorted and steam rose from
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