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Now from October 6, 1951, here is the Lilly Nelson Murder Case.

The Here is the Lily Nelson murder case. Broadway's my beach, from Times Square to Columbus Circle,

but Godius, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.

Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.

Broadway's glitter is soft, easy on the eye.

The glint of pavements has not yet reached its nighttime sheen. The stone is still warm from the touch of twilight and the neon has not yet bled into scarlet. The voices that screamed against the day are quieter now. The walk slower. It's the in-between time when the day is not yet yielded to wanton night. It's the end of a tear time before the next one scars your cheek.

It's your time, kid, so hold it close.

Broadway's clock spins fast.

And where the dust touches night, it walks you through the arch on Washington Square,

past the woman whose fearful eyes are on a child balanced on the edge of a fountain,

across a quiet street, and into a brownstone hung with mirrors and crystal.

And death is reflected many times over.

The man who kneels beside it gives you the moment to consider it, then offers it to you.

Lillen Nelson.

Blast wrists.

Last week, my wife made me buy tickets to her play.

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