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My stomach hurt. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. Sitting on the train, pressed up against the cold metal pole, resting my red, beaten face against the metal. The standing riders attempting to find space to hold on while I tried to breath in as much of the air conditioning as I could while enjoying the last moments of the dark tunnel before the four train spat out into the bright Yankee Stadium infused outdoors of the Bronx.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
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My stomach hurt. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. Sitting on the train, pressed up against the cold metal pole, resting my red, beaten face against the metal. The standing riders attempting to find space to hold on while I tried to breath in as much of the air conditioning as I could while enjoying the last moments of the dark tunnel before the four train spat out into the bright Yankee Stadium infused outdoors of the Bronx.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
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