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I saw The Drowsy Chaperone on Broadway today. It was an uproaringly funny show, every character being a comedic relief of some sort. The show begins with a man sitting in his apartment playing his favorite musical on record: The Drowsy Chaperone.

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I found this written on (vandalizing an) ad at a subway stop on 49th (word for word):

“It’s hard to tell someone you love them especially when you’re sure that love is finite like when you see a weed growing between the cement blocks of sidewalk and just feel sorry because it will never grow.”