What a far cry from the Big Apple, she thinks, as a bulbous-eyed, micro-handed clergyman goggles her from the wall. She flew to New York once for a conference on animal hematology. Fell in love with the fizzing spectacle of it all. Trumpeting traffic, peppy flashes of neon, buildings glittering like tall gods. A million colorful coats striding across streets smoking from their manholes. The bright, living smell of the city—sizzling sausages, sautéed garbage, every perfume prickling the nose. Hope and hot coffee. Urine slicing through it all, screaming “This is mine, this is mine, this is
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