Lila Etter

By Lila Etter
2017-09-07T03:27:22.234Z
One evening in February, we were sitting on my bed exchanging stories about our afternoons. While he had taken multiple subways to get to me that day, I had only ridden the train to and from Trader Joe’s, but both of us had had wild subway rides. I was recounting a funny conversation about grocery bags I’d had with a stranger on the 1 train, when he laughed to himself and shook his head, then looked up at me and asked, “How do you do it?”
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