In this case, the Brooklyn hat means something. This is outside of the laundromat. His name is John. He gave me his entire address, up to the apartment number. His 'caretaker' was behind us, watching us interact. She didn't say one word, though, until I left. John didn't want a copy of the photo. Which is great, fine, etc., unless it's because word has gotten out that I don't follow through...maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
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