From the hipster in PVC slip on shoes, flash watch shouting out from his wrist; to the woman in the black jeans with cut out knees, gaze locked firmly ahead. From the guy on my right with the stale smoky breath, transfixed by his bottle of pop; to the oblivious lady with orange trimmed Tigers, lost deep in her Kent Haruf book. Commuters, I salute you.
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