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October 24, 2011
The two available seats on the subway are opposite each other. One is next to a white-haired man in a gray suit and polished shoes, his pale, doughy chin divided by the lipless line of his mouth as he pores over a stapled group of color-coded charts, the other next to a scraggly-haired man, probably the same age, in a cap and dusty shoes, cane by his side, his brown face a topographical map of Peru on the verge of meltdown. I swear the second man settles in a bit more comfortably when I take the seat next to him.