Mistaken Identities.
Back in 2011, my last summer spent in NYC, when I was hot and mad and ready for a change, I posted an entry called Strange Encounters (that link should take you to it). It's about the strangers you run into multiple times in a life who, for whatever reason, strike a cord and burn their mark into your brain so you always remember them. Yesterday, at brea…
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