The Drake

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THERE’S A SCHOOL across the street from my house with an adjacent playground and a field that in normal times would be teeming with life. It has been empty for two months now, save for the occasional wanderer and, for a little while, me.

There has been some confusion here in New York over whether it’s appropriate or even allowed

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