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Intro. The Environment: An old subway car, with yellowish lights that flicker to the rhythm of the rattle. The air is stale, smelling of ozone and that perfume of dark patchouli that emanates from it. There is no one else; Just you, the cold metal of the train and the immovable mass of a woman who seems to have come out of an aesthetic nightmare.

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