I still wasn’t quite used to the foul-smelling puddles, the fire escapes that blotted out the sky, the way the subway would be whispering along then suddenly scream to a stop, forever lurching me into the lap of some nameless and scowling person. I’d been living in the city for about four months by then. It had been the loneliest summer of my life, which is maybe why I was so looking forward to seeing Beth.
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