“I love the space. Will the smell go away?”

“That roller door is perfect. I can drive the Aston Martin right in. We’ll put in one of those lifts like we saw in Chicago. The one you said was like Batman.”

“The ceilings are divine. Can you imagine everything that went on in here?”

“Don’t be so romantic. People lived lives like anyone else. Now this third floor has serious potential. Raise the ceiling so we can walk out onto a terrace.”

“I want to keep those tablets on the front. I think it will be lucky.”

“Are you crazy?”


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