The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Eric pauses, looking at the brick faces of the jammed together buildings. They're a mix of faded yellow paint and exposed red brick, interrupted periodically by the zig-zag of fire escapes.
Yesterday he'd signed the sub-lease with his future roommate, a friend of a friend of a friend, and he is relieved. He knows he is lucky to find an even remotely affordable room in the city.
He took a deep breath, and readjusting the large duffel slung across his back, he walked inside. This was it. Two years of grad school at NYU. A cherished dream come true.