It's been 156 days since James started riding the train. What's been considered a ritual has now been a way of life. You get on the train, you get off the train.
When rush hour peaks, it's really hard to find a decent place to sit. If sitting is out of the question, you stand. The train is living creature that's powered by gears and man-made parts that, when together, serve a purpose, as to what every human has. When the Train doesn't work, it's no different than a friend falling through with dinner plans.
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