schlepping home from the office at two in the morning - settling in for the epic wait for the 6 train, warily eyeing the construction workers in their bright yellow helmets heft hammers and crawl over the tracks - i tucked my feet underneath myself on the bench like a chicken so that when the sweat-striped rats scurried by they left me be ...
... riding up in the elevator, I saw that the cheeky pen-scrawled graffiti on the sign the management posted ("spoiled bourgeois!") that i wanted to post a picture of has already been x'd out.
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