Picture it, NYC, 2012. It’s a fairly warm afternoon, right around that elusive time we used to call “spring”, but now is just that week of “not snow” and “not hell” outdoors. The lunchtime rush is starting to ramp up, and I’m busily recording some sales in the notebook when I notice a gentleman walking […]
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