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For Howard Rosenstein, the Facebook posts started one freezing February morning in 2013. Somewhere in between Rosenstein’s hall closet and the train platform at the New Rochelle station he commutes out of every morning, one of his gloves disappeared.
“I was just so pissed off, so I wrote this post … and I made it sound very poetic,” he recalled. Prior to then he’d never been one to post much to Facebook, but this lost glove story got “a burst of reactions.” His circle of friends really related to it.
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