The only time I visited Times Square a stranger with a limp brushed my arm and I can best describe the touch as sideways—a disorienting touch that vibrated like a distant gunshot—and it revealed one…
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The only time I visited Times Square a stranger with a limp brushed my arm and I can best describe the touch as sideways—a disorienting touch that vibrated like a distant gunshot—and it revealed one…