Hospital lighting isn’t exactly a writer’s best friend. My mom is resting comfortably after her morning treatment, which means I’ve reached the limit of my own productivity for the day.
I need to step out and find a local bookstore in the 10003 area, somewhere with creaky floorboards and that specific "old paper" smell to clear my head. Any East Village neighbors have a favorite hidden gem where a guy can get lost in the stacks for an hour?
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Samuel Chen
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