Someone (it was difficult to tell the gender) was stretched out on the seat. The person had been covered with a blanket. A woman took a seat near him or her, almost on the edge. She shook her head. That something like this should be happening here in New York, she thought. A voice came from under the covers. What are you looking at? It was a woman’s voice, sharp and clear. I am sorry the other subway passenger wanted to say. I am sorry. I feel for you. I know what your life must be like.


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