i ask the man on the train
if he wouldn't
mind
moving over a little to
give me some room.
his leg
actually was touching
my leg.
reluctantly,
he does,
but then everyone has
to get up and move
over one seat.
they're very annoyed
with me, and give me
a look, let's call it
the evil eye.
the man, now a foot away,
looks at me
and says, are you happy now?
i tell him yes.
thank you.
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