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A few years ago, before East Village closed, before COVID, we talked on a Saturday afternoon. You even gave me contact info and the last contact was probably an aborted try to grab tacos at a little place off Grove Barton. You were in healthcare, patients with cancer, I believe. I miss having a kind woman to talk to. It was probably never going to be more than that, and that's okay. I hope you see this- or maybe your friend will, the one that was getting married?- and we can find another table at another place and catch up.
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