And I’m left all alone, swept along by the churning crowd, surrounded by life-size pink Wookiees, enough Star Trek uniforms to fill the Enterprise, hobbits, gremlins, and sexy gaming characters I don’t recognize by name. The sights and sounds bombard my senses, the huge banners flying overhead catnip for every sort of nerd delight. A convincing droid walks behind me, and I hear her say to her companion, “You know, next year I think I’m going to do crossover cosplay. Maybe R2-D2 Wonder Woman.” I close my eyes, hold out my hands, take a deep breath, and let it out. For everything else that’s
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