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Mr. Bassett spent day after day sitting and talking with Ms. Grossman in the hallway outside her door. He was fascinated by her witty, piercing observations and her bold artwork: the huge, stark print of a dandelion leaf plucked from her father's grave; the evocative series of leaves taken from a plant in the Chelsea neighborhood that was stunted, she said, by years of dog urine. Signs taped to her door declared the apartment "The Institute for Noumenological Research" and listed intellectual, artistic and philosophical principles. Other scrawlings — such as "Help Me, I'm Being Killed" — were more disturbing.
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