“You could’ve bought it from the vending machine, sir. Everyone does that nowadays. I’m afraid I do not have any change with me.” Milling about the platform of Connolly station, I was replaying, in my mind, the encounter that had happened a few minutes ago at the ticket window. The man was right. I should’ve… Read More

Mother was here.

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