When I moved to New York City I thought of all the ways I could die on a given day. The train seemed like the most obvious; how easy to fall off the yellow strip and into the tracks at the wrong time?
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It was the end of one thing and the beginning of another. Normal: For death to be on the mind?
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I slept the first week in my apartment in Greenpoint witho…
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