lady on the train
¨Is she staring at me?¨
The old depressed women with the stale face has been staring at me forever now.
¨Is it someone else?¨
I look behind me.
¨nope!¨
I start to fall asleep.
¨I can´t believe the last thing I´m going to see is your face!¨
¨What did you say about me!¨
I start to sweat.
¨um um I´m sorry!¨
¨you better be...¨
and that´s why I don´t talk to random people on trains.
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