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When Kelsey Falter and Stacey Milspaw ’12 and I meet on a June day in Manhattan, we agree our first order of business should be sandwiches. So we wander around Cooper Square, navigating the gnarled streets by iPhone, making small talk under a sky-scraped stratus.
We finally duck into Brad’s sandwich shop. Stacey remarks that it’s probably good for Kelsey to get out and get lunch, since they both admit Kelsey has a tendency to forget whether she’s eaten or not.