Every time I'm in New York, in the Bronx, walking down this street, stopping at this corner, (summer, spring, winter, fall)he's always here. Usually hanging out the window chatting with people from the block, but I obviously caught him on a break. I don't even know him but I hold my breath until I get to the corner, and am always happy to see he is still here.
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Maira Gall