Horror on the L Train, and the Rest of the Story
On a recent Monday during the evening rush on a Brooklyn-bound L train, a dozen or so people boarding the train at Union Square shuffled into the rear of the carriage where I was seated. The train was typically crowded, and there was a soberness in peoples’ faces that I took to be nothing more than usual rush-hour blankness. A man who got on, still with…
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