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The Apple, Peeled, a smart NYC real estate blog run by a pair of smart real estate brokers, is tired of hearing buyers ask, "What are sellers thinking?" and vice versa. More precisely, The Apple is tired of having to rely on lagging market reports to answer the question.

This two-bedroom, two-bathroom 15th-floor co-op at 70 East 96th Street between Madison and Park Avenues may have a slightly cramped 21' x 13' living room, but the kitchen has a dining area and--in a real bonus for a pre-war co-op--a washer/dryer.

Over on the NYT CityRoom blog, readers are comparing notes on their worst Thanksgiving ever: Incipient bipolar disorder, abusive relatives, calls to the priesthood, dentures and (lots of) food poisoning figure into the 187 comments so far.  Possibly because we're suckers for dysfunctional family comedy-dramas, we took a special liking to this comment: "A family made up of drunk, angry cooks vying for control of the stove creates the most fascinating Thanksgiving fights.

According to one disgruntled apartment dweller on UrbanBaby.com, the worst thing about certain NYC apartments is forced-air heating: "Forced heat is what drove us out of NYC. We had a newborn and he couldn't stand living in a 90 degree apartment. He cried for hours and hours. We couldn't find another apartment in our price range, so we moved."   Pffff, says another. "Try bedbugs. It almost ruined my life and my marriage. Nothing worse than seeing bites on your kids.

Having foregone the restaurant option, you are hosting your first Thanksgiving dinner and plotting out the details this weekend.

Contract signings have been particularly weak in Midtown East this fall, according to UrbanDigs.com.