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The train ride at peak hour should be enough to break the spirit but sometimes you find peace in an unlikely place.
The people around you talking in low murmurs as though in a library, draping their arms around lovers' waists, inhaling the sweaty odours of a hundred tired strangers and yet smiling over a text message.
The people around you talking in low murmurs as though in a library, draping their arms around lovers' waists, inhaling the sweaty odours of a hundred tired strangers and yet smiling over a text message.
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