It's another day in the neighborhood: cloudy skies, mild temperatures, and I'm late for work again. Avi N. is getting into the elevator of my building just as I'm getting out, and wishes me a hearty good morning.
Outside, I accidentally let out a tiny burp and look around to see if anyone might have noticed. A heavy set lady in a checkered coat is the only person within earshot, but I don't think she heard.
Sara C. waves to me from the corner of 186th and Overlook. I mail some letters out and walk to the station, two young men trailing behind me. One of them, unapologetically, lets out a belch.
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