Rush hour. Crowded, pressed up against each other so tightly no one has to hold the railing. You are absent mindedly blowing bubbles with two pieces of trident peppermint (no small feat) when the bus jerks and woman in front of you steps on your sandled foot. She turns unexpectedly and suddenly, to apologize, unfortunately taking with her your bubble and wad of gum lodged in the back of her blowout.
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