The Key

 She looked up at the apt. with the great big balcony. 49th Street and Second Avenue. She knew the street well. What I wouldn’t give, she thought, to have a place like that and to go up, take a shower and watch TV while I prepare myself something to eat. It was a hot early evening. There is no key, she said shrugging her shoulders. There is nothing. Just nothing to look forward to. . There is nothing. Just nothing to look forward to.

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