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The overnight doorman opened the door for Tim and gave him a wan smile; he had grown accustomed to the eccentric tenant’s obscenely early forays and no longer took interest in him. Tim leaned against the building stretching his legs and limbering up for the exercise to come.

A trio of drunken twenty-somethings stumbled up to the apartment building, entering the lobby without paying him so much as a sideways glance. He heard their loud, belligerent bickering fading away as the door shut and the group entered the elevator.

“Good thing I was already up,” he thought.

After jumping in place to get his blood flowing, he walked briskly up the two short blocks to 23rd Street. Despite the ungodly hour, the temperature was still somewhat high and the humidity made the air d...

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