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Sunday I moved from the East Village to Queens. I still live on the fifth floor at the new place, but instead of a walk-up I now have an elevator. And a new roomate, and a room of my own, and instead of walking out of my apartment and seeing puke (from drunks from the bar 2-doors down and the countless NYU college students roaming the area) and dog poo from the vet’s residents next door, and litter everywhere and blaring sirens and honking cabs and lots of east village punks, I now walk to the subway along a tree-lined street of brick houses, and hear birds chirping and see kids going to school. And did I mention the elevator?

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