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It's amazing, really, how you can spend so much time there, hours underground in transit, neither here nor there. You can sit by someone for an hour or a minute and never see them again, shuffled away in the leaf pile. Even if you take the same route same time you may never see them, certainly not recognize them, unless- no, that must be a different lady with purple-tinged braids. And I realize that this small-town small-school girl has likely never seen so many people in her whole life put together. A family of German tourists, a horde of French schoolchildren, ladies of many nationalities in as many kinds of headwear. The clean-cut City m