You get off at Lexington and 59th. Your body is tired and sore and defeated. There's a bank next to the station. You drop to your knees in front of it and scream. The homeless woman who lives outside of the drugstore across the street is staring at you, but you don't care. You can't quietly sob, your body hasn't produced tears in a long time. Only dry-eyed, choking groans. So you scream.

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