

Four Days After Christmas...It's been a long day: a travelling day: a day of sitting cramped and overheated in 600-mile-per-hour tin cans with women made of plastic, lipstick, and false cheerfulness bearing bags of unfulfilling peanuts and asking if they can please take my trash; a day of feeling like one of a herd of cattle, waiting in lines, countless, endless lines, so men with uniforms and badges and guns and cold, mistrusting x-ray eyes can decide whether I might be the next to shatter America's fragile sense of security; a day in which, again and again, I find myself utterly alone amongst a hundred-thousand people who might be just like me: somewhere between A andFour Days After Christmas...
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