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Show 108 finished down there, but there were some shelves and old cabinets. It more closely resembled our old apartment. But upstairs, they had adequate space, and there were pizza places on every comer. They weren't far from Prospect Park, either. I liked it there, regretted not visiting sooner and hoped to come back. Morgan I met Morgan in the morning. She and Erin seemed to look out for one another and they functioned at a surprisingly high level, considering Erin had once tried to avoid arguing with a girl by asking me to tell her that Erin no longer lived there and nobody knew where she'd gone. We went out to breakfast. There Morgan asked Erin, whom she referred to as "babe," if she would like to try some eggs, while holding a fork full of them toward Erin's face. Afterward Morgan provided a lot of talk about how poorly she slept and how her allergies were acting up, followed by implementing a system of being handed a Kleenex and then having the Kleenex disposed of by Erin, who handed her another clean one. Not to say she was a downer. She was very enthusiastic. She said, "Yeah!" when anything favorable happened. While walking in Park Slope, she kicked the leaves in the air as she walked. More than once, she said: "Gee whillikers." I made Erin take me to a Knicks game. Morgan asked, "What good is basketball?" She despised tourists, and I had to act as though I didn't care if |
