It's as if every person on this train was in some sort of secret battle that nearly bested them. Worn make-up, disheveled hair, empty travel mugs, and closed eyes are how we interior decorate the car.
We don't care that we are going home so much as putting distance between ourselves and our grind.
And tomorrow we will all return, reluctant but somehow willing, to do it all again.
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