I was wandering, not aimlessly, per se though I'm sure to the observers it appeared that way, around and around a two-block radius in Harlem, trying to find a bus stop for the M35, that elusive transport to the badlands of Ward Island, when I heard someone calling my name. I'm a lot like a horse with blinders on when I'm out on the street, because
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Interesting how you knew from the tone of her voice.
Maybe consider an alarm to carry with you? Or some very very inconspicuous clothing to change into on the way home.
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