Twenty years of Brooklyn, boiled down to two bags. I gladly donated some of my furniture to one of Che's relatives, an older gentleman down on his luck a bit. He took the black chairs and side tables. It's nice to know someone is sitting in those, probably watching television. I didn't feel much when I drove away in the cab. I wonder when it will hit me.
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That really is an amazing thing. Are you surprised that you could leave this easily, or are you sad at the end of this chapter of your life?
@Sal - I don't feel a thing. Probably will hit me later. Or, perhaps I already dealt with this from the last three years of hardly being there....
Think I felt sadder leaving than you did.... and you say I am heartless. Haha... guess that can be used to describe u too!
@Puffin - you were just sad to leave Iris Cafe, One Girl Cookie and the taco spot, wahahahahahaha.
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