by Karen Regen Tuero
Johnny helped me move out of our apartment, the one I’d found us two years and one month earlier. It was a decent-sized studio on Bleeker before it hits the Bowery, affordable only if shared, at nine hundred a month, if you can believe rents were ever that cheap. New bamboo floors, high ivory ceilings, potted snake plants in the lobby where an elevator conveyed noiselessly.
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