Bottles here have to be recycled by me. Take them to the parking lot of a supermarket, stand in line, always a line because of the two recycle machines, one is broken, and wait. This was the last – wait-behind.
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‘Twas
indeed, the night before Christmas… the day before and the City has been quite void of traffic, a sort of tranquility has descended as if calmed by the end in sight. Don’t know if the subway rats are not stirring…