"So," I say to our now ex-roommate as he trades me his set of keys to the apartment for a check for the deposit. "Where are you moving to?"
He shrugs his rounded shoulders, tilts his giant head to one side, says, "Oh, I'm in corporate housing, near 50th and 8th."
"Oh yeah, Hell's Kitchen is pretty great," I say, suddenly overcome by the strange sensation of speaking to someone whom I know I will never see or speak to ever again.
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