The room of the car was small and cramped. Huddled together with packed things, there was no room for stray legs and arms to lay about. The stale aroma of cigarette butts seeped from every crevice of the box like a transparent serpent, coiling around my throat, and up into my nostrils. I was drifting. Sitting near the window, the glass pulsed
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