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, and now I began to smell the aromas I have associated withcounty fairs since I was a boy: sweet fried dough, grilled onions andpeppers, cotton candy, manure, hay. New York was ful of grinding gears and clanging cars and the roar of the L and newsboys crying extras. LALL right. It was almost like old days in Boston going around from bar to bar and looking for places to get drinks after closing.
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