July 2011
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Open: Ctrain
9:10 am: I exit my bus, extend my gaze past the man passing out the free daily rag, pass down through the terminal and board the train. The doors close behind me and all the seats are occupied save for the two closest to me on either side of the aisle. I sit in the one where the other person is quickest to clear their things away: the man pulls all of his possessions towards himself and his being...
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