What? My subway station actually has a guitar/percussion duo playing in it? They must be lost, but their Explosions In the Sky covers were pretty good and I gave them money. This was probably an accident but it must be encouraged.
Just so I wouldn’t feel too giddy about the morning, the person sitting next to me is loudly clipping her fingernails. Click! Click! I watch carefully to make sure that none of her epithelium lands on me as it whizzes by.
I notice that the woman standing above is doing the same. Our eyes meet for a fraction of a second, and we both shake our heads, understandingly.
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