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Don’t © paddy gillard-bentley I think back to that night a dark rainy Thursday in November crummy run down apartment building where you lived in New York City the aroma of ethnic food coming from their tiny worlds arranged in rooms 600 square feet of universe The smells drifted into the dark stairwell in the midst of our colloquial frenzy…

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