Tonight when I came in there was only a man at the desk writing letters, he just left. He asked me for a light, and when he heard my American accent he told me he'd lived in New York for a year.
"And then one day I was walking down Fifth Avenue with an American friend and I said to him: 'Why are you running?' And he said: 'I'm not running!' And then I knew it was time to come home."
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