I felt almost desperate for pizza, grasping and anxious, I needed a slice of pizza, something hot and just enough to stave off hunger during my three hour volunteer shift handing out numbers for Sunday’s race. It was maddening, marching up Lexington Avenue, where was all the pizza? I found one and only one spot on 91st and Lex, ate a slice as fast as I could. This just doesn’t happen on the Upper West Side.
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