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A New Yorker remembers time spent on that special part of 3rd Avenue:

I would run into oncoming traffic to avoid talking to [insert generic Jewish first name] [insert generic Jewish last name] from [insert generic, evil town in Long Island] about her new [insert generic Jewish girl from Long Island job].

Happy Pesach, Murray Hill.

Portnoy Walks the Streets of New York [This Place Is Dead Anyway]
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