"Shitfuck!" That was my first word this morning. (Yes, shitfuck is one word.) Of all the days to oversleep, a workday wherein it snowed overnight is NOT one of them. No matter how magical the train, it will not give back an hour of your morning. Yet somehow, miraculously, I was on the platform by 9:00 and the train was not packed with angry,
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