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Finishing my rounds in Midtown, I hopped in a taxi and had it drop me back in Chelsea at Whole Foods. After cruising up and down the aisles for half an hour, filling my shopping cart and getting into the Christmas spirit, I finally arrived at the checkout line.
“The criminals force society to improve. They weed out the weak, making us strengthen our institutions and networks.”
Maybe this is what death is like? Alone, peaceful, floating, floating, no fear . . .