W10th
STREET
I stopped off today where Mark Twain had lived,
and - two houses over - Emma Lazarus too. What a
feeling to bring! I got bumps that weren't my own.
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I carried myself in a high-fit posture, as though I
was a man one hundred ten years old. And why
not then anyway? Who's to say I'm not?
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I try to live an unfettered life. I've already been
shown my gravesite, but refused it twice.
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