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"
Which
way
is
Brooklyn
?
"
he
asked
the
tour
guide
.
She
pointed
.
"
Over
there
.
You
can
see
the
three
bridges
—
the
Williamsburg
,
the
Manhattan
and
the
Brooklyn
Bridge
.
"
"
That
’
s
where
I
’
m
going
next
,
"
he
said
.
He
took
the
elevator
down
,
hailed
a
cab
and
said
,
"
Take
me
to
the
Brooklyn
Bridge
.
"
"
The
Brooklyn
Bridge
?
"
Philip
flung
his
duffel
bag
inside
.
"
That
’
s
what
I
said
.
"
"
You
gonna
jump
off
it
or
buy
it
?
"
the
driver
asked
.
"
Fuck
you
,
doc
.
Just
drive
and
save
the
smart
-
ass
jokes
for
the
out
-
of
-
towners
.
"
The
driver
let
him
out
at
the
bridge
and
Philip
started
walking
across
it
.
There
was
a
cool
breeze
and
he
felt
good
,
but
when
he
reached
the
halfway
point
,
he
stopped
and
looked
down
.
All
that
water
.
God
,
it
was
beautiful
.
Suddenly
he
felt
very
depressed
.
He
didn
’
t
know
why
,
but
in
the
middle
of
this
beautiful
bridge
he
felt
so
down
he
couldn
’
t
go
on
.
He
slung
his
duffel
bag
over
his
shoulder
and
turned
back
toward
Manhattan
.
His
depression
grew
deeper
.
Here
he
was
in
New
York
and
not
having
a
good
time
.
There
was
something
he
had
to
see
,
someplace
he
had
to
find
,
but
he
didn
’
t
know
what
or
where
it
was
.
He
got
on
a
bus
,
took
it
as
far
as
it
went
,
then
transferred
to
another
bus
and
another
,
looking
at
the
houses
and
the
people
but
not
knowing
where
he
was
going
or
what
he
was
searching
for
.
