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Mute. Irresolute. Mind the gap. As familiar commuting faces disembarked, the woman's unfocused stare pondered the groggy morning march. Did anyone know? Faintly concealed beneath her gathered skirt, a stranger's contemplating touch. Announcement was imminent. Doors would soon close. This was her stop. Instead of rising, the woman's heavy eyes closed and her thighs yawned wide.

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