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It happened in Inwood
I was on a northbound A train that I boarded in Times Square, intending to get off at Columbus Circle. A man attired in morning clothes began playing with a yo-yo, and the next thing I knew the train was pulling into the 181st Street station, which is in Inwood. I ran off as fast as I could, and found that it had gotten very dark out. On the street I saw gathered a poorly dressed group of people who spoke in a sort of creole-Hungarian with one another as they pointed at me. Some held their arms akimbo as others flapped theirs as though they were flaccid wings. Terrified, I ran east towards the Hispanic areas, where to my amazement I found a community of white people straight out of a movie from the forties - well dressed, , and clean. "We are who you betrayed through your long of video watching and Kardashian worship." A beautiful woman sprayed a mist into my face, and I awoke to the prodding of a rotund transit worker in Queens, telling me to get off the train. I wish to meet that woman.
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