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Commuter

Three years ago, I set out on a journey. I packed my life into a bag, said goodbye to all my family and friends and left my neighborhood. I’m not sure I really wanted to leave, but when duty called, I couldn’t not answer. I rode the ZF line out of my neighborhood, and kept riding it until I started to see lines that led to neighborhoods I’d never heard of. The city is enormous. No one I knew had ever been to the edge. Hell, some of them weren’t sure there was an edge

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