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I hate the subway. It’s always so dreadful and boring. Crowded and gloomy. With the rain pouring as it is, today is no different. Almost as if the doors are only open for the angry or those in a foul mood. Then there are only two kinds of people who ride: people who never make any eye contact whatsoever, or people who stare the entire time.
It seems today all eyes were forward, imagining their destination no doubt. The want to be home and end this dreary day seemed to hang in the air.
Another stop and we were so crowded it felt as if I could barely breathe. In front of me was a tall man in a thick coat. My chest was basically pressed to his back with my head turned to the side. I had no idea who was behind me, and couldn’t tell even if I wanted to. We were so crammed I didn’t have enough room to turn around.
All seemed normal other than the person behind me bumping into me over and over. Rather frustrating.
All seemed normal until I felt something….different.