There was a woman crying on the subway in February. There were likely many women crying on the subway in February, I'm sure, but somehow I managed to only see one. New York has so few private spaces that sometimes the relative anonymity of public transit becomes a sort of reverse haven. (This, and the fortysomething delivery menus New Yorkers all
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I always think about breaking the code when I see someone upset, knowing I'd love someone to just ask, but consider how mortified I'd be if someone broke the code with me.
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nice work.
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