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Looking at the demolition I could still imagine the four-story
red brick building, surrounded by apartment buildings. For years each
building had had a fire and was razed. 322 was like the last tooth in
a gapping mouth and now it met the same fate as the others. As long as
anyone could remember 322 had never looked good. But many like twelve-year-old
Anthony love this building. "My friends are here and a lot of people
I love are here," he told me. "But I would like it better if
the place was cleaned up and stuff, for the drug dealers to go away and
the block to be nice and neat. And every little kid had a better life
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