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I will never do this again. Never!Hakim has kept me waiting here at this godforsaken place. It's bad enough when I am standing outside our restaurant in the Village. At least I can walk home from there. But now he thinks we must be even more discreet.

His photo was in the newspaper last week and he believes that we can't take the risk.

Everyone warned me against getting involved with him. A married man. A minor celebrity in the city. But here in Hoboken, maybe no one will notice.

No one will notice me. I am alone. It has been one hour and .... 12 minutes. Seventy two minutes and I am still waiting.

The saddest thing about it is, this his not the record.

I have waited even longer. Pathetic?

There must be a reason for this. Not simply my own depravity.

There is.

In some ways it is really worth it.

You've got to have been where I have been to judge.-Barbara Sheehan

As I stand alone, I ponder over thoughts flowing through my head. I look to the left to see if anyone is there. I am in disguise. For I no longer know who I am. I am lost and can't find the right direction to head in. I don't know why I'm running or where I'm heading but soon I will begin a new life with a new identity. I have to forget my past and look into the future. I will never turn back.-jan makowski, 18

I am an unread story. I've seen different places, both shady bars and high class restaurants. I've done many things that are good and bad ,yet nobody takes the time to get to know me and my secrets.-andrea frey, 19

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