8am. Walk of shame. Last nights clothes, an evening of sludge on your teeth, make up smeared, and you forgot your sunglasses. You make your way through the subway car and to your surprise and delight find the one available seat in the corner. The squeeze into the seat and find your ass drowning in a puddle of air conditioner drippings – the train is traveling express from 59th to 125th.
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