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COLUMN» Sell Me to the Mayor 20 - Hi, all. I live on the third floor, in #9A. Yes, I know, we never talk. And that's my fault as much as yours. Sure, there are nods in the hall, occasional hellos, recriminations for loud nocturnal vomiting in the bushes along the driveway. Sometimes we have to buzz each other when we lock ourselves out of the building. But face it--we remain strangers.
[08.01.2002 by Jeb Gleason-Allured]