Just Another Night In New York City.

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Waiting for the train. 

Blasting my fave song of the moment. 

Train arrives, I step on. 

A girl is checking me out. 

Flattered, I stand up taller. 

She’s staring at the back of me. My nonexistent ass?

Suddenly she’s yelling something at me and points to my ass. 

Remove my headphones, “what?”

“You have a gigantic moth on you!” 

As I frantically wipe my back, others have turned their attention to the commotion. 

A moth the size of a bald eagle flies about the train. 

“Thank you,” I say politely.

I walk to the opposite end of the train, find a seat, and bury my head inside of my own neck.  

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