All my fears that Zoo York City would be filled with (cold-hearted, unfriendly) Midwest-haters were appeased in an instant when the nice man at American Airlines handed me my plane ticket:
Not for Stacey … but for Stace … like me and Manhattan were already on a nickname basis :)
Maybe I’d get there and they city would be all, "Welcome home, Stace!"
Maybe I'd get off the plane and we’d chest-bump like besties!
Maybe we'd do a little hip-check like we've know each other for years!
Maybe we’d hug-it-out like we hadn't seen each other in ages!
Or maybe it was just a computer typo ;)
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