But now the streets are quiet to the point of spooky, unpeopled to the point of sinister. I see shapes in the shadows and I take corners with an inhale. That's not even the silliest part. I find myself hurrying toward the back stretch of my nightly route, where a quiet apartment building stands, its hulking, shadowy mass dotted with soft blue rectangles of light. I imagine someone like me in those rectangles, perhaps watching the news or a late-night movie, and I feel a little bit less alone.
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