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  1. At my friend's old loft on the lower east side of manhattan, their doorbell was often broken, so when I arrived I used to have to cross the street and call her from the pay phone on the corner, and she'd come down and let me in. And the building's elevator was hand-operated, too, so she'd have to call one of her neighbors in the building and have them bring her the elevator to come down. Basically, it was the coolest loft ever.

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