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Loneliness Takes a Licking - "A wretched smell with no specific geography, just for certain not from anywhere remotely near here."

Yes, Maybe I Did Hear The Fucking Plane - "...and they had a TV... in Jersey... so they knew as much as anyone else and way more than he did, standing alone, in a still darkened makeshift Manhattan office space, just off 7th Avenue"

How the Hell are We Ever Going to Fix This? - "Happily sharing these minor miseries with anyone next to them that would listen; the nattering complaints prompted by the day to day annoyance they all loved to hate in a city that demand you loved to hate it..."

RUN! Walk... Sit, Roll Over... - "A television in the window, a small crowd gathered around repeating all the information anyone had managed to collect..."