When I first moved to the city, I felt claustrophobic every minute of every day. My bedroom was just big enough to hold a double bed and a tiny desk. I had never been one to hold onto material objects and it was serving me well.
Until now, I hadn’t been happy about the move. The early morning fog kept the streets empty and gave me room to move freely. I was hoping the streets would stay empty or my plan would be ruined. This was the only way to get people out of their apartments and talking with neighbors.
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Standing Room Only 
One response to “Life in the Big City”
Hope the plan works — neighbors talking to neighbors. Unless there is something nefarious in having all those apartments empty . . .The apartment sounds like several I’ve lived in.
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