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On Tuesday night, I was speed walking to meet my sister after a long day at work, and as I whipped down Elizabeth Street with one thing on my mind (the ice cold Negroni awaiting me at the other end), a women stepped out in front of me. Not one to be slowed down on my way to cocktail hour, I stepped around her, but as I took note of her perfectly tailored suit and structured leather tote bag — the epitome of corporate chic — I was jarred by the tiny little furry monster hanging…
