Outside the front door of our apartment buiding is a large tire on its side. In the tire is a decapitated (or, rather, decorpitated) doll's head, scalp up, hair sticking off to the sides, looking like it has drowned.
I'm half-convinced we're living with the Middle Eastern mafia. I mean, our landlord is the nephew of a major Arab New York real estate king. They could easily be running this area from the underground. OK, maybe not easily, considering the landlord has a full-time job, a building to run, and a daughter. But possibly. The intrigue remains...
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