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"The majority of my
friends are dead,"
she said
while retracing the steps
of her life
No need to return
to the Heights'
depression~ recession
~regression
New faces in
old places with last
names that ring a bell
facial features similar
but can't really tell.
"I ain't left a damn thing
in the Heights, except
memories. . . that live
longer than friends."
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