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Maybe I rubbed one Nutmegger the wrong way. Maybe I rubbed all Nutmeggers the wrong way. (No, that's not a pejorative; they really call themselves that.) I suppose one of these days I'll have a chance to visit that fair state for a sample of their hospitality. I hear the pizza in the Town of Mystic is to die for! I haven't been to Connecticut in about seven years. The people were nice enough back then. Of course, I was visiting my cousin, and he wasn't even a native.
There must be something. Hmmm ....
UPDATE: Congratulations to Storrs Mansfield and Enfield, Connecticut, for breaking the curse.
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