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           SofiguredIwasgettingcancer.Thatmagazinewassomelittlecheererupper.Ifinallyquitreadingitandwentoutsideforawalk.IfiguredI’dbedeadinacoupleofmonthsbecauseIhadcancer.Ireallydid.IwasevenpositiveIwouldbe.Itcertainlydidn’tmakemefeeltoogorgeous.It’sortoflookedlikeitwasgoingtorain,butIwentforthiswalkanyway.Foronething,IfiguredIoughttogetsomebreakfast.Iwasn’tatallhungry,butIfiguredIoughttoatleasteatsomething.Imeanatleastgetsomethingwithsomevitaminsinit.SoIstartedwalkingwayovereast,wheretheprettycheaprestaurantsare,becauseIdidn’twanttospendalotofdough.

           WhileIwaswalking,IpassedthesetwoguysthatwereunloadingthisbigChristmastreeoffatruck.Oneguykeptsayingtotheotherguy,"Holdthesonuvabitchup!Holditup,forChrissake!"ItcertainlywasagorgeouswaytotalkaboutaChristmastree.Itwassortoffunny,though,inanawfulway,andIstartedtosortoflaugh.ItwasabouttheworstthingIcould’vedone,becausetheminuteIstartedtolaughIthoughtIwasgoingtovomit.Ireallydid.Ievenstartedto,butitwentaway.Idon’tknowwhy.ImeanIhadn’teatenanythingunsanitaryorlikethatandusuallyIhavequiteastrongstomach.Anyway,Igotoverit,andIfiguredI’dfeelbetterifIhadsomethingtoeat.SoIwentinthisverycheap-lookingrestaurantandhaddoughnutsandcoffee.Only,Ididn’teatthedoughnuts.Icouldn’tswallowthemtoowell.Thethingis,ifyougetverydepressedaboutsomething,it’shardashelltoswallow.Thewaiterwasverynice,though.Hetookthembackwithoutchargingme.Ijustdrankthecoffee.ThenIleftandstartedwalkingovertowardFifthAvenue.

           ItwasMondayandall,andprettynearChristmas,andallthestoreswereopen.Soitwasn’ttoobadwalkingonFifthAvenue.ItwasfairlyChristmasy.