Perfumes have always had a powerful effect on me. One whiff can evoke a hundred memories. I remember the deep, classic “going out” perfume my mom would dab behind her ears as she and Dad prepared to go to their Gourmet Club dinners when we were kids. I remember my
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On weekdays, the cafeteria tables and benches at PS 87 are filled with kids eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But on Sundays, when the Greenflea pitches its tents outside, the cafeteria tables become an antiques market, laden with vintage treasures. Glittering in a corner of the cafeteria in aisle
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