[All these PEOPLE, for one thing. New York was crowded, but somehow it had seemed less so. Here it was like sardines packed in a tin, you couldn't go far without finding yourself forced into a conversation with someone for one reason or another.
He almost wished for his streets again, for the predictability and dependability of the world and the people occupying it, but then they weren't his anymore. Never would be.]
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...It's an adjustment.
[All these PEOPLE, for one thing. New York was crowded, but somehow it had seemed less so. Here it was like sardines packed in a tin, you couldn't go far without finding yourself forced into a conversation with someone for one reason or another.
He almost wished for his streets again, for the predictability and dependability of the world and the people occupying it, but then they weren't his anymore. Never would be.]