I was in a crowded subway car and people just kept getting in. It got really packed and I was pressed against a tall woman in a spotted fake cat fur coat.
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We where face to face and she was my height. We both looked to the side past each other. That’s how it is, you give people that little bit of personal space, even when it isn’t really space. It’s like a mental thing. She knew I wasn’t in her business and she wasn’t in mine. I don’t even remember her face, I never looked at it. I was six inches from the woman for ten minutes and I never looked at her face. I was staring at her arm for a while though. I could tell she was wearing makeup and a cheetah skin coat makes you a certain kind of person, the weird kind. Her arm didn’t look weird, but the arm hair was standing up, like a little forest.