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In the subway. It was rush hour, and it was crowded in that car. Always, and usually I hate it.
Squeezed into a corner of the train, clinging desperately to the handrail above me as I'm surrounded.
By men and women coming home from work or shopping or whatever it is they did that dragged them out into the traffic we shared.
I feel arms and knees and elbows and backs all around me, crushing me.
People reading newspapers or magazines or looking out the windows or talking to each other, trying to forget how uncomfortable they all are.