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The first time you kissed someone in New York. The first time you crossed a room for someone. The first time you were hailed by a feeling like a cab hailed by a hand. The first time you cried in public. The first time you walked home alone surrounded by everyone at night. The first time home was a slab of light on First Avenue. The first time a painting spoke to you and you were not alone. The first time you had poems for lunch. The first time you waited so long for that person that never did come. 121