i get on the subway at yonge and sit in a little two-seater bench in the corner. the train filled up fast. still rush hour at 7? i sit there staring blankly out the window, in my own little world, thinking. arriving at woodbine, the lady beside me gets up to get off. the passenger standing by the door eyes the vacant seat next to me. oh no you don't. don't even think about it. look! empty seat over there! i mean, i'm sure you are very nice. really, it's not you, it's me. i just want to sit alo-.. what the- hey. where you going? what, not good enough for you? oh, i see how it is.
bastard.
posted by Emily @ 11:03 p.m.
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