Green line, inbound:
A girl with red sunglasses in her hair is nodding—too tired to keep her head up straight. With each renewed effort to sit up, her eyes again close and her head leans forward. Over and over again she repositions, trying to find a way to stay awake, but eventually she gives in and falls asleep against the window. As I exit the train I see that she is very protectively huddled over a frosted cupcake in her hand with a clear plastic cup over it to preserve the icing.
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