Story: On the 1 Train
The empty platform, temperate, smells like wet stone and musk, smoke and metal. The young man steadies himself against the tile wall as his friends laugh and chatter, waiting for the train at the earliest brink of morning. The woman, old and fat, she drips with jewelery and is draped with patterns, an heiress from Dominica, Lola, she had throw the young man a party earlier at her small West...
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