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I walked back to Ninth Avenue and passed St Paul's The church itself was closed now I descended a narrow flight of steps to the baseo a couple nights a week, but a ss

When you live in a neighborhood you knohere different things are Whether you have any interest in them or not

I stood in front of the door for a ested in the chest I decided that was probably from the brandy It's a powerful stimulant I'm not used to it, don't drink it often

I opened the door and looked in A couple dozen people sitting in folding chairs A table holding a big coffee urn and a few stacks of Styrofoaans taped to the wall-EASY DOES IT, KEEP IT SIMPLE The fucking wisdoes

She was probably in a room like this don Some church basement in SoHo, say

Best of luck, lady

I stepped back, let the door shut, walked up the stairs I had visions of the door opening behindlike that happened

The tight feeling was still there in ood idea to stay away from it Stick to what you're used to Stick to bourbon

I went on over to Are off the brandy rush A little bourbon would take the edge off al