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🕑 Added 2018-01-21 06:32:50 +0000 UTC It's 7:24am. There's a woman sitted next to me in this train. She has a Louis Vuitton bag and probably her jersey is in cashmere; her phone is more expensive than my mama's car. She smells like tobacco and her teeth are grey. I feel uncomfortable here, I'd go away if I could. I also feel bad for her: everybody is dying but it looks like she can't wait to.Do you smoke cigarettes?
