You were the only spot of color on an otherwise gray Bedford Ave, navigating puddles with your giant orange umbrella. We shared a laugh as you rescued my runaway New Yorker magazine. Would love to trade stories—and umbrellas—sometime.
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1 month agoMissed ConnectionsNewSell17 people viewed
Around 8 a.m., you accidentally knocked over your cappuccino, and I handed you a stack of napkins. We exchanged flustered smiles but neither of us said much. Maybe someday we can share a less chaotic cup of coffee—on purpose.
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1 month agoMissed ConnectionsNewSell24 people viewed
You were playing your violin between 2nd Ave and Jay Street, filling the car with music. I dropped a dollar in your case and our eyes met for just a second before my stop. Wish I’d stayed to hear the next song—or at least learned your name.
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1 month agoMissed ConnectionsNewSell28 people viewed
