Room 317 was almost always hot. It was roach-infested, and with the window open I met the big, fat pigeons that lingered in the space outside. I never thought much of pigeons before the Parc Lincoln, but the clucking, gobbling sound those animals made while poised on my window sill still lingers in my mind and is the reason I can't stand pigeons.

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