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The Tale of Griffith McCarthy | Chapter 3
Griffith stood on the back of the bench the rest of the day and most of the night, thinking hard about his life in the park. He knew that his disability was not natural for a bird, and his instinct to fly was suffocated by his time on the ground.
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New York, New York
I miss NYC. I spent two days alone in the city once, walking around by myself and getting lost. I spent 3 hours in Chinatown tourist shops looking for a gift for my sister, explored the southern tip of Manhattan and the historic grounds and parks. I used to film ballet performances for Gelsey Kirkland’s academy, so on…