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A healer’s touch
Driving down Bedford Avenue, they took the Brooklyn Queens Expressway. Threading through the rush hour traffic, the car exited Northern Boulevard and arrived at Jackson Heights. "Park next to the store," Ryder indicated, darting his eyes towards the small 2 storied shop across the street. The driver acknowledged with a nod and brought the Cadillac to a smooth halt in front of an old antique store. Nestled among the brown apartment buildings, the little store looked rather out of place. Ryder got down from the car and straightened the creases on his coat. Then adjusting his bowtie back in its proper position, he walked up to the small white door. There was a small gray switch for the electric bell, which served no function because the bell had been removed long ago. So instead, he had
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