On the train, the seat next to me is offered to a gentleman. He flops down, grumbling softly. “That's the second person today who thinks I'm old.” After a smile we quietly look ahead, in the quiet compartment. The train comes to a stop again and he smoothly gets up to get off. “Good luck with your school,” he says and disappears into the crowd. I continue to work smiling.
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