[It's hard to ignore a little kid waving her arms as if desperately trying to flag down a taxi. The Bronxite's attention is caught in the midst of his jog and he slows to a stop, pausing to wipe the back of his arm across his forehead.]
Hey... [He is pretty sure he never met this little one before. Bemusedly, he asks:] What's goin' on? [Yeah, he didn't catch all that.]
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Hey... [He is pretty sure he never met this little one before. Bemusedly, he asks:] What's goin' on? [Yeah, he didn't catch all that.]