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March 17, 2005:

You have to walk home, there's no ride. You're on one knee: the other is bad. Cars at the intersection: they go the long away around to avoid offering to take you. You know this neighborhood: your friends lived here years ago. It's just a few blocks from your childhood apartment.

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