I was walking the roommate's pug - ignoring the comments of random passersby, like "Whoa! It's Frank the Pug!" - and while picking up "Frank's" poo in a plastic bag, I got a warm fuzzy feeling.
Because I stood up and realized (yet again) that I live on a beautiful Manhattan street.
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