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Transit Strike: Day 3

"Do you want a ride to work?"

"What?"

"Are you going to Manhattan?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want a ride to work?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've got my car over there. I'm going to 58th Street, but you need four people in a car to be allowed to drive into the City. You wanna ride?"

"Nah, man. You're a stranger. Good luck with that, though."

All I Want For Christmas

"You know what I want for Christmas, mom."

"What?"

"I'm not asking you if you know; I'm telling you that you do know."

"What?"

"What do you mean, 'What'?" You know, right?"

"How would I know?"

"Mom, you always know."

"Not this year, Stephen. This year I don't know. Tell me."

"I don't want to tell you. I want you to just know."

"Stephen, I'm telling you: I. Don't. Know."

"Yes, you do."

"Stephen!"

"Mom!"

"Just tell me, boy."

"Nope."

"That's it."

"What?"

"You're getting socks."

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