Just you and that map near the 115th Street gates by Lerner—the one you haven’t looked at since it was NSOP when your parents left through that gate and you almost started crying, kind of like when James Blunt got stoned and stared at that chick on the subway. Pick-me-up by Mike Rady, CC ’13
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