I was on the A train yesterday, going 1 stop from Hoyt-Schermerhorn to Jay Street. I stood in the doorway of the train car, and right next to me on the end of the bench sat an old man with white hair. He had wrinkles, and his face looked old, but his skin looked really soft and elastic; mnot the usual texture of old skin. He was reading a newspaper
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