There's always someone on the train with me that wants to talk about everything when I just want to fall asleep.
The train is late for the third time this week and everyday its raining around 9:15.
I've worn these rails thin and ran for the train again.
It's always late to the station. Rush hour came and went, three to a seat and we're filled up with awkward conversation

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