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The SkyTrain redemption

[dropcap]L[/dropcap]ost in the wallows of two bombed midterms, I nearly miss the voice of a forty something Fijian-Canadian man beside me as he sparks a conversation on the Expo line.  “It’s so weird,” he says in what begins as a muffled whisper. Worlds away, I look up from my phone, still orbiting the sphere of my own self-pity, “Pardon?” “I haven’t been on the SkyTrain in a long time — it’s so different.” His eyes drift forlornly out the window before locking onto my gaze with intensity, “I just got out of prison.” My eyes widen slightly and my grip…

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