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A Writer’s Diary Entries From Early October, 1985

At 14th Street, a guy grabbed at a woman’s neck; he quickly ran away as the doors closed. What he’d done was snatch three gold chains. The woman, a young West Indian, said she’d just bought the chains and still had the receipt for them. “I never usually sit next to the door,” she told me. As we made our way into Brooklyn, she kept saying “I just can’t believe it.”

Feel It. All Of It.

Feel It. All Of It.

This too is just deep emotion, because deep emotion is what sets you apart. It is what sets you on fire. And honestly, it is what sets you free.

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