But I did not want to judge him because of his appearance.
So I went up to him and asked, "Is that a Ben Sherman bag you are carrying?"
Yeah.
Maybe he don't like talking to strangers.
The train stopped. The door opened.
Oh no. The word vomit came into my mind.
I tapped his shoulder, "you're a skank!"
And I ran out.
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