I was on a subway in NYC headed uptown on the 1/9. I’m sitting in the back of a middle car. Can’t remember where I was going exactly. That part gets burned out of the back of your memory.
There’s an elderly man standing with his bicycle on the train right in front of the door. He’s holding it by the handlebars. Three teenagers sitting across from me snat…
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