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there was a man on the train

it was midnight, and i was sitting on a bench on the train. and a 50-something-old-white-couple sat down next to me

i was riding home, at midnight, on the train, and was feeling not-so-bad and not-so-well, and the lights ran by outside, and the dark was there between them

and a man came on the train, and he had no shirt and had taken methamphetamines and was wearing that particular face that is particular to someone who has taken methamphetamines and probably also a good deal of cheap whisky or similar drink and is wandering around a city at midnight and is in the range of 20-something to 30-something and is not happy about his life in general and is a man

and he sat on the other side from me over the wall of 50-something-old-white-couple and there was a buffer zone. and i began to feel old things were rising to the surface

and the barrier moved, making disapproving noises

and the man was sitting next to me, and my mind was gone and i was in the corner of the train and was curled there, in the corner, and was hearing with some part of me that could not touch the rest the barrier had taken an interest in me and now was saying things like "probably that girl has been abused before, don't you think? yes, probably, that's probably why that girl has reacted so strongly just now, and now is curled in the corner of the train", and that was all

and the lights were very bright still, buffering against the dark that opened up each time the train came to a stop

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