11:03 walked past that offensive poster about the sprinter who won the gold. and posed holding up his shoes as if he didn't know it would become an ad.
11:05 the rush of vested huffy people pushing past informs me that i just missed the f.
11:08 got a seat on the platform, but the one next to me is promptly filled by an obese man who sits on my jacket and waves a newspaper in front his foul red head. the corner of the paper comes close enough to my eye that i flinch each time it approaches, as i read about sydney carton confessing his love for lucie manette.
11:30 the train arrives with only one passed out drunk, and i am able to sit in a corner.
until next time!
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