Dec 26, 2016
Alone on a Seesaw
Alone on a Seesaw
“Ticket, please?” “Sorry?” “May I see your ticket?” Russell Morley asked a slouched over man seconds after he emerged from the rear car of the light rail train. “All right, all right,” he stammered, rummaging through his pockets for the ticket which he found wadded up in a side pocket of his denim jacket. “Here you are.” Morley checked to see if the ticket had expired, it hadn’t, then handed it…
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