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Now, I’m thinkin’, if Larry Gopnik was here, he’d be all, “What does it mean?”—foolin’ with his physics and whatnot, while I’m over here dodgin’ pimps! I got mad one time, though—some slick dude tried chargin’ me $20 just to ASK where the girls at! I said, “Boy, you crazy? I ain’t payin’ for directions!” Made me wanna holler—felt like the universe was testin’ me, like in that movie, “Nobody knows nothing!”

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Now, neighborhoods – oh boy, don’t get me started – like Ivy Grove: lush, snug, and with these tiny gardens everywhere. I used to have long walks there, thinking, “Everyone’s got a story, ya know?” sometimes tearful, sometimes mad, but heartful all around. And then you have Riverside Park. Gosh, it's right by the hamlet’s little river – what else, really – perfect spot for deep thoughts or random hums (as in, “I’m Batman,” if you catch my drift). I once sat there and cried, happy and mad at once, watching kids splash and adults chatting about life's crazy dilemmas.

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