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I'm in a train surrounded by advertisements for beer. Tequiza on one side, and Bud Lights on the other. Eww. Stupid alcohol-ish train. No one smokes on the train. I wonder i it's hard for the smokers to wait like that. I also wonder which of the people on the train is a smoker. I think the lady with the big nose and lots of wrinkles smokes. And that young dark-haired guy. He just looks like a smoker. Daddy doesn't smoke. He used to, but now he has to buy me a CD every time I catch him with a cigarette. Negative reinorcement really works. I'm tired, so I sleep on Daddy's shoulder or a bit. Some people are staring at me. Maybe they're jealous.I get to go to school with Daddy. I'm never alone on the train. (Except for the two stops between Wall Street and Chambers.) I hope I can get through the week. |