As my ten-year anniversary in New York inches closer at the end of the summer, it’s putting into perspective which Big Apple neuroses have seeped their way into my being. The way I pronounce “marry” for one (I blame my New Jersey native friends for that one). An affinity for a bacon, egg, and cheese (extra crispy, salt, pepper, hot sauce) is another. An…
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