My refuge. It's time to go back, for the Thanksgiving holiday, and two weeks after, for a while longer.
The dream is dead. The Island is my home, my refuge.
Even though Washington Heights has been everything that I hoped for... It's time to go. This environment, this home, is anything but welcoming now.
Yo soy una persona tolerable y tolerante... en este caso, jamas. Ya no puedo soportar estas porqueridas...
"you were never dead to me... i just had to find something even more dead in Manhattan to know what you are"
I have a score to settle with Manhattan... Brooklyn-bound? peut-etre.
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