Not just dozed off, but emitting an audible snore, the kind of sleep that makes you wake up in Forest Hills last stop on the R an hour later wondering where the hell you are.
Women on the 3 train. Don't think I fully captured the perfect Hot-Pinkness of the scarf and hat of the woman on the left - they were sizzling.
Ho-hum, 1 train, yawn.
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