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I think I was staring at him for a while, because I heard a subway train coming my way. Its ear-splitting sounds snapped me out of my trance. What time was it? I looked down at my dirty blue digital watch. 7:24. Great, just great. I still needed to get to the apartment to rent it, and the guy I talked on the phone with, before I left for New York, said that he’d only let me rent it at 7:00 am to 9:00 pm. Well, I’ve still got time, but I should start hurrying up.

I needed to catch a taxi to get to the apartment building. I wasn’t very knowledgeable about New York; I just saw some movies filmed here. I saw the lights of a taxi and waved my hand enough for them to see me, my other hand on the backpack strap.

It came up to the side of the trashed street, and when it stopped, I clambered in. I closed the door behind me and placed my backpack on the other seat.

“Where to, lady?” asked the taxi driver pleasantly. I told him the address and I was on my way. I kept glancing at my watch, which kept ticking up sluggishly towards to eight, but still getting there.

“You new, lady?” he asks.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

He laughs, “Because I can tell you aren’t used to this place.” 

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