There was a moment on the train today when I stopped. Stopped reading. Stopped jamming (come on, it was My Darkest Days). And looked around. What 25 minutes prior had been a packed and dare I say 'boisterous' car, was now empty except for me and another Patterson fan.
How it all can change so fast. What had happened to the girl with the freckles and big teeth in the seat in front of me? What about the guy in the orange polo, orange sweater and black argyle socks? Or the one with the ginormous feet (nice shoes) reading the restaurant tabloid?
The amount of people that we have contact with every day is staggering.
Do you ever stop....and look? Or do you just keep trying to stay dry by dodging the drops?
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