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The urge to pack my bags and head back to my rent-stabilized apartment in Queens was a physical ache, a craving for the lock on my own door and the quiet of a street where nobody knew my name.
“If I go back to Queens now,” I said, “he wins.”
“He thinks you are too weak to stand in a room with him,” Taylor said, his voice dropping to that low, steady continue reading …
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