They say that stepping in dogshit first thing in the morning is good luck, right? Please tell me that's what they say.
Oh, well, I guess it wasn't as bad as the day in November when I was carrying Laura's brother's suitcase out to the cab in the street and I stepped—and slid—in the dead rat.
Gotta love New York.
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