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THE PUBLIC ENTRANCE of the station

is intimidating. Just walking in here

makes me feel claustrophobic. The smell

of floor cleaner mixed with old papers

makes me nauseous. A few people sit at

booths filling in paperwork. I can hear

chatter, probably from the office block,

and two cops stand off to the side talking.

I walk over to the reception desk and wait

behind a lady filing a report against

someone for harassment. I listen to her