There’s a man I’ve walked by hundreds of times; on the way to the gym, the grocery store, the train. We’ve nodded at each other on a handful of occasions but mostly don’t make eye contact because he’s usually sitting on his stoop with his phone jammed in his ear, furiously pulling on a cigarette while speaking at a machine gun pace in what sounds like a…
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