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We were waiting at the Astoria Blvd transfer point for the forever-delayed N train to Manhattan Tuesday early afternoon. I was the M standing to your right who pointed out the inaccurate countdown clock across the tracks and you were the handsome M in the green barn-style jacket, salt n pepper hair, who lamented the current priorities of the mayor. I didn't know how to stay connected from there, but wish I had tried...
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