I love New York. I love everything about it. I love the artificial day created by the streetlights, I love the subways with their chaotic mixes of rich, poor, and broken people all pressed into the same space, I love the salty taste of the cigarette in my mouth as I walk the last block towards home. It is home now, I think. When I walk into my
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