I got off at the wrong stop to help an old, wrinkly lady carry her cart & bags of cans home one night. She fell asleep on the train and found herself at Coney at 1am. She was scared of being out alone at night; said the hardcores went home at 5am, but I think she had enough cans to fit into the show-off category.
I got off at the wrong stop to help an old, wrinkly lady carry her cart & bags of cans home one night. She fell asleep on the train and found herself at Coney at 1am. She was scared of being out alone at night; said the hardcores went home at 5am, but I think she had enough cans to fit into the show-off category.
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