Last year at New York Comic Con, I bought a cat-eared hat. A man in line at the movies flirted with me over my cat-eared hat a few months later.
This year, I bought a skirt at the con.
Not art, not comics, not Lou Ferrigno's autograph. Clothing.
They had a print with little dogs instead of this big blue and black head, but they only had a small. Sniff.
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