In the early 2000s I was too young and broke to even consider taking time off of work for vacation. I did not leave the city even for long summer weekends, when the entire place empties out like a dump truck tipped over or an untied balloon slipped out of the hands of a kid—I don’t think I could have paid for a hotel—so the season stretched out, always,…
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