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“She’s very understanding.”
“She keeps me level.”
“What’s your saddest memory?”
Tim: “Leaving high school; high school was fun. Actually, there’s never a dull moment with me.”
Me: “How old are you?”
Zain: “5.”
Father: “He’s 2.”
Zain: “No, I’m 5.”
Me: “Why do you want to be 5?”
Zain: “Because I’ll be grown up like daddy when I’m 5.”
“So, are you guys doing anything for Valentine’s day?”
Anthony: “I don’t plan for it. It’s just a regular day.”
Fabian: “I’ll be lonely for Valentine’s day.”
I had a lot of nerve asking anyone to stop for a photo in this frigid weather. Thank you, Judy, for your patience and understanding.
LIZ NYC 
