You’re so fast the automated subway ticket doors don’t even register you, staying open after you’ve passed your ticket and are on the other side. You beckon to me from over there, hair getting in your eyes, hands in your pockets. My first instinct is to begrudge you the free ride, as I may begrudge [...]
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