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"Counting the space behind the pantry shelves, it's eleven square feet."

"Tight......this isn't tight...now a New York City apartment......that's tight."

'Sparky, fetch me an impudent little chardonnay.'

Things-to-do-today: Daily workboxes piled up on desk.

THE PIED PIPER OF GRAMERCY PARK

"The fish sticks here are very good."

Ancient Landmarks of New York City

"Freudian, Jungian, Adlerian – none of it compares to retail therapy."

"The woman on the fire escape who acted like it was a balcony"

No Parking - Scandal or No Scandal

Hoodie Hang-out

'Humans are so considerate: They put perches like these for us on every one of their houses...'

'Will you please stop feeding the pigeons?!'

City Boy.

Apart from protest footage I forget what downtown looks like.

'I just don't feel I'm getting anywhere.'

'Looks like Reginald wasn't kidding when he said he's going to start urban farming on the roof...'

"Flat pack furniture is my passion. It's just a shame I haven't the space to assemble it."

Lift buttons read: East Side/West Side/All Around the Town.

"Excuse me ma'am, may I help you cross the road so that I can get the answer to this dumb joke my friend keeps telling?"

Kid arrives with CCTV camera, saying: 'It followed me home, can we keep it?'

'I'm telling ya, it's a jungle out there.'

Fleeting illusions of happiness hour 5-7

'I'm thinking of cutting my hours down to 24/7."

"The dangers of texting while walking #17"

"I thought we'd eat out on the patio for a change."

'It's your husband. The baby won't burp for him.'

"I can’t believe you’re doing this! I have abandonment issues! Abandonment issues!!!"

Sick Building Syndrome

Fish-tank Skyscraper.

Can't even hold signs well.

"Son, one day two hundred square feet of this city could be yours to rent."

"I like New York, but I miss sleeping drunk on my front lawn."

"It was Saturday night. The clock on my office wall showed the time to be eleven-forty-five. There are times when a private eye does not necessarily feel like being a private eye. This was one of those times. The elevator door down the hall clanked open with a clank familiar to anyone on the fourth floor who had had an office on the fourth floor for as long as I had had an office on the fourth floor. Footsteps came down the darkened hall and stopped outside my door. They were the footsteps of a

"This is Mr. Harrington, our mortgage nerd."