Red line, outbound:
A girl is sitting across from me who piques my interest. She is taller than most girls, perhaps 5'10" with long, slender limbs and is wearing a blue t-shirt with pink denims and sandals. Unlike other T-readers, she is concentrating on her book with no apparent difficulty. She never glances up or looks around at other passengers. In the ten minutes she sat across from me, I watched her turn at least 4 pages. I can barely concentrate enough to read a paragraph. The book, Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates by Tim Robbins, is stamped by the Boston Public Library. It must be engrossing because as she reads, she thoughtfully ruminates both figuratively and literally—rather visibly masticating her gum. When the train arrives at Davis Square, she slides a bookmark between the pages, stuffs the book into her purse, and exits the train without the slightest acknowledgement of another fellow commuter.
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