...I lived in Bed-Stuy, my little cat always stuck her tongue out. I'm not sure why, but it never failed to make me laugh. Sometimes I miss that neighborhood, even though I was stuck on the G train and there were few banks and grocery stores. There was always a sense of life and electricity in the air. I just loved playing handball with my little pals while waiting for my laundry and yelling Marco-Polo at the local swimming pool. Good times!
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