Iβm on the subway, staring at shoes again.
I donβt know where to put my eyes when Iβm on the subway. (They call it the Link but subway is ingrained in my vernacular from growing up back East and so subway it shall be, even here in the Northwest when it goes above-way but only in the poorer neighborhoods because our public transit is still discriminatory.)
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