I find myself trapped by bodies that move with this continuous stride and feet that march with fashionable certainty. My feet falter sideways to make room as I’m forced to face the faces, forced to catch the eyes that catch on me. Changing direction at this point would only draw more attention. So I step through the exit, reducing in size and I reach for my entrance.
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