Everyone on my end of the train is petite. I feel like a giant. Lots of room in the seat and nobody bumping into me. Feels good. Too bad it's a red line and only gets me halfway home.
Life being a series of average, the blue line that will swing by an pick me up I bet will be jam-packed. I bet you.
Mondays and all that.
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