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October 17, 2011
We're the only two left in the subway car, but she doesn't move even one seat to her right to put space between us. I don't move, either. I don't want to offend her.

"My mother died last week," she says without turning toward me. "All I've been doing is riding the subway ever since." Our only eye contact is in the dark reflection of the window opposite us. "It's the only place that keeps me from crying. The closer I am to people I don't know, the better I feel."

"Then allow me to not introduce myself," I say.