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My day started thusly: Left home at 7am. Ray, the neighborhood "street guy" was sitting on the stoop across from my building yelling "Goddam...god-dam... Gooooooddddddaaaammmmmm!" at the top of his lungs. I said good morning to him, he looked right at me and said, "Hey L, how are you?" then went right back to his special mantra. I love him.
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