“Hello.” The man next to me on the subway spoke and made eye contact. He scared the crap out of me. I muttered, “Good morning,” and turned my back on him. He didn’t speak again and I forgot about him. But the next day he was there again, looking at me. This time he just nodded a greeting. And he smiled. Nobody smiled on the subway. What was up with him?
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