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Sitting on a train

In by Lara on August 24, 2010 at 10:55 pm

She felt comfortable, sitting in the moth-eaten seat of the subway train. The familiar whrrrr of the train chugging along on the rails, the fluorescent lighting, the wide variety of people, faces. It was communal that way, sitting on the train with everyone. She looked out the window to the cars so small they seemed like toys to be plucked off a plastic track. There were probably no more than two people per vehicle. And you sure as hell can’t daydream out a window when you’re driving one. Yes, this was a damn good ride, a ride to take everyday.

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