Ratljóst

For the fifth time in two minutes I look up at the screen, waiting for the red line train to arrive. The screen switches to "ARR" and I step closer to the edge of the platform as headlights light up the tunnel and the train barrels in too fast. The doors slide open and passengers shuffle off while the rest of us wait impatiently. I board and sit, close my eyes while the train lurches into motion. I have a voice message from Jessa that I listen to as I start my long walk from Dupont. "You have no idea how glad I am that we still talk all the time," she says in her Southern-belle drawl. "It's like you're still here!" You have no idea how glad I am that we do this too, I think, as I am swallowed up by strangers piling off the train and onto the escalator with me.

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