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I park in front of Eugene and Mira’s building after an uneventful drive over. The spot is near a fire hydrant, but far enough away from it not to get a ticket. The nice thing about hydrant spots like this is that there’s no one in front of the car. This makes parallel parking, a skill I haven’t fully mastered, easier. No parking meters either, just a regular spot that’s only a problem during Monday morning street cleanings. Impressive. I guess one nice perk of Brooklyn is being able to park like this on the street.
I make my way over to the building entrance. A friendly old lady holds the door for me. Apparently I don’t look like a burglar to her, the way she just lets me walk right in. I’m glad, because this way I don’t have to play with the intercom again.
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