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What the hell?

The taxi came to a stop at 1214 Fifth Avenue under a canopy, upon a private drive. "Are you sure this is the right place?"

"Yes, ma'am. Let me get your bags."

I trailed behind, my mouth agape as I backed onto the sidewalk, craned my neck up and up and up. The blue sky framed the glistening glass building. It was different than the traditional elegance I associated with New York and the Upper East Side. Most of the buildings ...