Two, twenty-something co-workers—a plain, yet handsome, white man, and an Asian woman with good enough English—unexpectedly meet as they board at 96th street. They talk. On the train, as is the case with most train cars at 7:45 am, silent contemplation of the impending work day, one’s success in life, or unmet hopes and dreams […]
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