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September 27, 2016
OneSteamedDumpling approaches from the west on West 45th Street. I've been waiting a whole 14 seconds for his arrival. I cannot help but grin like a demented jack o'lantern and don't know what to do, so I do what comes naturally: I press my back against the wall, look briefly to my left to let him know that, yes, I am THE Jodi he is coming to meet, and then when he's next to me, act like I don't know him. He acts in kind, and we both laugh like dorks. And then we eat the best spicy noodles ever!