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Where she to be something else what would that be I still don't know she is never out of sight my wifi!

A man so tall, lean as a reed, a large afro-topped head, on a long strong neck, like the Sequoia of his land, engaged me, in a conversation, after I offered a salutation, 'twas one early morning, with the fog racing back home, a tingling cold chill, a true Hunters Point early morning, been here a long time said he, way back in time, when them I-talians left, is when I left the other side, to come and live this side, the other side being the North ridge street, this side being Albatross street, we were the Hill dwellers, and everywhere it was ebony, we policed our neighborhood, and no nonsense was entertained, this has always been a dormitory neighborhood, even after out yonder that shipyard closed, a mother walks hurriedly, her phone is missing, a teenage daughter, borrowed it while she napped, a bus comes uphill, the bus # 54, and out comes the daughter, mother, mother, mother, she calls out, she proffers the phone, the mother is happy and anno