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I board the carriage, the rush of the train hitting me as I carry my heavy Santa-esque load on my back and through the hoards…
His shirt sticky from the morning run, he boarded the train. He barely had time to shower, to dress, to change into some clothes that…
I had a strange thought on Sunday morning. As I woke up, I pondered what would be the case if people were to wield words…