I'm marking up my friend's story, pencil in hand, riding the train, standing, which means that I'm grabbing the bar with the same hand that I'm holding the pencil.
And this is what I'm reduced to right now. There's very little of actual interest in the day, so I'm talking about worrying that I'm gong to accidentally stab this pleasant, albeit rather plain-looking, woman standing just to my right with my very sharp pencil that I happened to find on the subway platform a few days ago.
I mean, I didn't stab her, but still, we went around a pretty sharp corner, causing me to grab the bar frantically to keep from falling over, and, well, let's just say it was kinda touch and go there for a minute.
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