THE BIG CLOCK says 6:15 AM. In exactly one minute, a northbound train will arrive at Ayala Station. Among those waiting: a well-dressed call center agent, a ten year old with a ridiculously big backpack, a faux-blonde girl reeking of alcohol, and a tall young man in thick steel-rimmed glasses.
There will be frenzied pushing and cursing when the train comes and everyone gets on board. Not everyone will be comfortable when they get inside. The call center agent, sandwiched between two men, will get an embarrassing hard-on. The ten year old will be seated beside a woman who looks like her mother. The drunk blonde will worry about her make-up dissolving in sweat. The tall young man will lose his glasses.
But everybody will eventually get to their destinations, except one. The poor guy does not know it yet, of course.
to be continued
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