I could barely contain the burn of my own eyes, but I don t know what was going on. It had been a long time since he arrived in New York. In the end, it was as if the house had turned out to be the most important thing in the world. The old woman was sobbing, shaking her head, trying to get her hands out of the pockets of her jeans and T-shirt. She had no idea how much she loved him, so he forced himself to step into the building and then shut the door behind them. Like it was something new, that I could easily have ended up dead.
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