Yesterday, I met Katie near Penn Station to shop for new shoes, as my old shoes which I had bought last year while in Cortland, NY doing summer stock theatre had finally given up the ghost. In a store window, they were changing the display, and a dozen naked, skinny mannequins stood with their backs to the street.
"It's like the Holocaust, they're lining them up for the gas chambers," said Katie, a little too loud. I must have cringed a little, as she then explained, "I'm really just trying to get on 'Overheard in New York.'"
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