I stepped inside the Glasgow Subway and sat. The man in front of me was wearing an oversized, purple popover hoodie and reading Calypso by David Sedaris. Nothing special, until he diverted me from the trail of my own thoughts; he laughed out loud, freely and joyfully. I looked at him, but he didn’t notice me, his pupils sliding fast, while the man sitti…
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