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Late morning on Sunday the 7th, in the Financial District. You, a sharply dressed handsome man asked me about my black and white dog, while we were out for a walk. You were waiting for the prospective buyers (?) to show up to look at an apartment (I assume).
Where were we? And what did my dog do that was mortifying??
Would love to keep that conversation going.
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