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It was a taxi, all right, but unlike every other taxi in New York, it wasn’t yellow. It was smoky gray. I mean it looked like it was woven out of smoke, like you could walk right through it. There were words printed on the door — something like GYAR SSIRES — but my dyslexia made it hard for me to decipher what it said.
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be yourself