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Casual observances from the train: this morning, none, really. I slept.
This afternoon, the noise from the train was laughter. As in the most obnoxious teenage-girl laughter which was ceaseless because, when a mother, a daughter and two of her girlfriends have a happy boy-toy to flirt with, everything is funny. To some people, anyway. The mother looks particularly devious; a little too much mary-jane for you ladies, I'd say. Thank you very much for getting off the train!
From the subway: from inside the darkness of a little conductor's cubicle stare two hard eyes from a head that bears a long, white beard and a dirty blue head-wrap of some kind. He looks at me as if I'm the one who's weird. OK, mohammed. Whatever.
This afternoon, the noise from the train was laughter. As in the most obnoxious teenage-girl laughter which was ceaseless because, when a mother, a daughter and two of her girlfriends have a happy boy-toy to flirt with, everything is funny. To some people, anyway. The mother looks particularly devious; a little too much mary-jane for you ladies, I'd say. Thank you very much for getting off the train!
From the subway: from inside the darkness of a little conductor's cubicle stare two hard eyes from a head that bears a long, white beard and a dirty blue head-wrap of some kind. He looks at me as if I'm the one who's weird. OK, mohammed. Whatever.
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