See what happens when I talk shit about Brooklyn? They get so mad they BURST INTO FLAMES. Seriously, as I walked outside this morning to drop off my little girl at day care, I looked up and saw a vast column of black, acrid smoke rising from the east, and was instantly chilled to the bone, reminded of that certain other morning when the clear blue Manhattan sky was blotted by smoke. As it turns out, however, it was merely a fire at a mercifully abandoned warehouse (albeit a very large one) and not the dropping of "that other shoe" many of us have been expecting these last four and a half years. Still, I can't be the only New Yorker to have felt that queasy jolt at the sight of those ominous plumes.
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