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a real life by David Fishkind |
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In the train station we wait for the outbound D Train. I keep falling in and out of sleep. Twice nonoperational trains pass by, waking me and giving me false hope. Jon and I are not talking because this night has lasted forever and it’s past six o’clock. I fall asleep on the train and when I wake up I see my reflection in the mirror and I see my eyes are puffed and red and I’m dirty and my clothes are hanging, stretched from our adventure, and I’m thinking I’m going home to my suburban high school life. And I’m looking back at my apathetic reflection’s face and I think was that real life or is this real life?
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