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So here I am, in Brooklyn. Bizarre experiences continue. I get off of the 3:43 train at exactly 4:41, and make my way onto the subway, take the C on the advice of a conductor.. and end up on the opposite side of Brooklyn. The train breaks down, and I approach a black conductor that was conversing in fluid Japanese to an elder lady who was obviously
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and I like when people speak poetically.
and I like you.
and I miss you.
come pick me up ms. stingy on gas.
and we can go take really artsy pictures of each other.
and then put them on myspace&facebook and people can be jealous that we have such artsy pictures and they don't.
I want to listen to music with you.
(:
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