I got on the 220 today - I was going to catch the 540, but didn't. A guy gets on (8 o'clock shadow, jeans, sneakers, black T-shirt) - unsure of the scent - first i thought it was smoke and alcohol then realised that it was not smoke, but his sweat. He begged the driver to get on, she sat their mute waiting for him to move. the guy behind him pays
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