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Secrets of 110th street

Things just aren’t turning out right for me this week. Stuck in New York for a convention that my boss has made me attend (against my will, no least) I’m surely not a happy camper. To add to the negative attitude of just having to be here, getting here just had to be the pits. Here I am on 121st street, lost and being followed by 3 Hispanic guys. I can feel the tension and fear rising. How am I going to get out of this mess. Let me start from the top. John (my...

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