By the time she returned to the small apartment she shared with Bethany, it was already quarter after eight and dark as sin outside. No matter how long she lived in Manhattan, Dana swore she’d never get used to the sheer volume of people always out and about. She no longer owned a car and walked or took the subway everywhere she went, and had grown used to the jostling crowds and taking longer than normal to get around, but still…it was insane! Even now, as cold as it was outside, as dark, and as late, the sidewalks were packed, the streets jammed, every bodega and shop overflowing. Dana didn’t know where everyone came from, or where they all went. Back in college, she used to think DC was a busy place, but compared to New York? Apples to oranges, man. Apples to oranges.
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