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I was waiting for a green line train a Saturday afternoon a couple of weeks ago. The platform was nearly deserted, and I was listening to MP3s. Up the stairs at the end tromped a very weary and very cute young woman, and I couldn't help but throw a couple of glances in her direction. The issue: glances. I've been in Chicago for
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