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Dear Mr. Vonnegut

I found myself in Turtle Bay, a part of Manhattan from 43rd to 53rd Streets, stretching from Lexington to the East River. It’s mostly known for the long time home of the late Katharine Hepburn, but for me it has … Continue reading

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