"...Next and last stop. This train is going into storage. Everyone must exit the train..."
I wondered downtown today. To go christmas shopping, was the excuse. To get away from my situation is the reason. Get away from the air guitar and random shouts and final examinations. Into the world of fallen merchandise, illicit holes in the wall, and swanky cafes. Into the world of marble floors, the little security guard with the electric menorah on the desk, besides the perfect christmas tree. Can't touch what comes through the door. Can't stay there too long, either...
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