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	<title>Comments on: On the Subway III</title>
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		<title>By: Michael Repucci</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michael Repucci</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:54:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You know, sometimes I do think of the closeness as almost comfy. In our Puritanical US society, the unintentional touch of a stranger can feel comforting. But what a sad state that truly is.

Other times it sort of freaks me out. I get all agoraphobic and daydream about how many people there are on this planet and how insignificant we all are.</description>
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<p>Other times it sort of freaks me out. I get all agoraphobic and daydream about how many people there are on this planet and how insignificant we all are.</p>
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