Memory Scrap Exchange

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Mick lived in a room that smelled of old cigarettes and wet cardboard, located in the basement of a tenement in the Bronx. His only furniture was a stained mattress and a flickering neon lamp that buzzed like a trapped fly. Mick was a dealer. He didn't sell powder or pills; he sold "scraps." In the grey markets of the city, the wealthy had found a way to extract short-term emotional...

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