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And back again.
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Lunch box in hand, purse over shoulder, trying not to tap a finger on the hand rail. Why is everyone looking at me? I'm not looking at you, just the text above your head. I need to text to practice, don't you see?
Only one week left. Two weeks down.
A day ahead. A yesterday already forgotten.
Another morning on metro.
Red line to Union Station.
