In New York we walk against the light. There'll be no delay to our daily pursuits. No insincere righteousness to fix us to your worn, bitter road. Why should we give way? Why yield? Why should we walk when our goal is to fly? Why should we stop? For a little thing like danger, or fear, or failure? For a little thing like the loss of a life? A life which we never know the true value of until we stand to have it taken away. And what would a spent life be worth, having never walked against the light?
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