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      <description>&lt;p&gt;The snooty doorman gave me a dirty look, but he let me in anyway. He had to. He knew me from the other times that I had visited the building. And he knew that my friend Nikki was a registered tenant and would allow me in. But he didn&amp;rsquo;t like letting people like me, in my old, wet biker leathers, into his posh apartment block. Nikki&amp;rsquo;s dad had bought a bachelor flat as an investment in the new London financial district, and he was holding it while the market was in a slump. Nikki meanwhile could live in it while she studied sculpture at St. Martin&amp;rsquo;s College. It had become the hang-out of choice for our group of friends.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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