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... e pockets of my joggers, I walked with a slight sway, letting the cool New York breeze slap against my face.
The streets were louder now, packed with that chaotic rhythm only this city could pull off—horns blaring, people yelling, some guy pushing a cart stacked with bagels like he was on a holy mission. I let my hood hang low, not really hiding, but keeping the world at arm’s length.
For once, it felt... normal.
The smells were everywhere—oil, bread, something spicy comi ...
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