NYC Monday Morning

They have the shell-shocked, thousand-yard, dead-eyed stare of war survivors, but it’s really just NYC on a Monday morning. They stare vacantly at the opposite wall and he has his hand on her thigh. After a few minutes she regains some awareness and starts aimlessly looking around the train.

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