Forget about strolling down Michigan Avenue on weekends, bike riding in the woods of the North Shore suburbs or people-watching during summer festivals at Grant Park. Those sunny days are long gone. My new reality consists of boarding a packed, rusty train, every single morning. During these daily trips on the way to college, I find myself surrounded by faces whose eyes always catch mine. As a keen observer that I have become, I can almost instantly decipher those stranger's souls.
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What I've seen lately, however, makes me wish I stopped seeing.
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