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You walked all the way back to Penn Station via North Avenue?!?
Why?
Did you want the exercise? Or did you feel that your life would somehow be fuller and more satisfying if you spent an afternoon shuffling past legions of unwashed junkies and crack whores?
Bad Sycamore! Bad! Don't do that again!
If Rho's not around to rescue yer sorry ass, you can call me. I'm in the book. I'll come get you. Of course, you'll have to listen to me taunting and laughing at you all the way back to Penn Station but, hey... it beats ending up as a chalk outline on the sidewalk!
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