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February 4, 2005
As it began to come down, my pace quickened. Although I've been known to enjoy a good, sporadic drenching from time to time, this was not the right time; nor was it the right rain. I darted my way through the drops and headed for the subway. Amongst the rail riders, I couldn't help but make an observant sweep of the crowd. A man with an obnoxious comb over was looking very nervous that someone might be looking at his obnoxious comb over. Other people were mostly standing still and looking down the tunnel. I searched longingly the lonely faces.