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Irv Long grew up in North Carolina but moved North to seek journalistic fame and a higher crime rate. He’s a reporter for Newsday.
When I unlock and open the door to my apartment, I see a man standing there, with his back to me. He hasn’t seen or heard me, and continues about his business of piling up my little TV, radio, stereo. I softly — very softly — close the door, tiptoe down the stairs, and call the 911 police emergency number.
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