Last night I was reading the covers in other people's hands and I saw someone doing the same thing. He got on at the stop after mine, wearing a light blue buttondown and a Richard Bransonian haircut. He sat across from me on the bench seat and rubbed his bangs out of his eyes.
Maybe he was getting tired and found scanning faces more absorbing than reading. Maybe he was drunk. After a while he put in his headphones. I would have told him this was a great choice, but by then it was too late.
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