My hell

Is waking up feverish in the wee hours, not going back to sleep, and then heading down to the subway at 9 a.m. to ride into Manhattan for work on a train filled with at least 30 excited 12-year-old girls, most of whom do not feel the need to hold onto a pole but instead cling together and pretend they’re on a roller coaster, screaming and slamming into the rest of the passengers every time the train turns a curve or hits a bump.


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