New York

She loved New York. Why hadn’t she ever realized how much she loved the city, with
its noise and traffic, its crowded streets. Its life. There was so much to see if you just
looked. The young women pushing baby carriages, the boy walking a group of six
little dogs that pranced along like a parade. The sleek, black, hired cars taking ladies
to lunch, or home again after a morning’s shopping. And look how gorgeous the
flowers were along the avenue, and how smart the doormen looked in their uniforms
as they stood outside the buildings.

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Alicia Keys - New York

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Despite the heat, Cleo rolled down the window so New York could slap her in the
face. The blast of horns was music as the cab inched its way in jerks through crosstown traffic.
By the time they pulled to the curb in front of Mikey’s building off Ninth, she was
riding on such a high she didn’t think to complain when Gideon told her to pay the driver.
"So what do you think?" she demanded.
"About what?" he asked groggily.

"New York. You said you hadn’t been here before."
He looked around numbly. "It’s crowded. It’s noisy, and everybody looks annoyed about something."
"Yeah." Cleo felt sentimental tears clog her throat. "It’s the best."

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