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      I spotted an empty, dull, ancient, subway and walked down the rusty, narrow steps. It was so much warmer in the subway and smelt clean but, was the total opposite. I purchased a ticket with the ten dollar bill in my pants pocket. The money was a little wet but the understanding grandpa at the smooth, cold, counter still yanked it out my fragile hands with his long, wrinklily, claws, almost ripping the money, and gave me my ticket. The man bald and as short and round as a pumpkin. I stuffed the red subway ticket into my pocket, bending the edges of the ticket.  

        I searched the small, dark, room for a place to sit. All the way on the left of the room was a miniature, wooden, bench. Patiently waiting, I sat down on the bench,watching people go on and off subways. The room started to get chilly because of the doors of the subways sliding open and close. The subway wasn't my favorite mode of transportation because it is filthy and it takes a long time for the subway to get here. I swung my feet back and forth. I started to get so bored that I began to sing nursery rhymes. 

        Finally, after what seemed like forever my subway was here. I walked to the subway and hopped inside gingerly, making sure I wouldn't fall on the subway tracks. I sat down at the nearest seat. The burgundy seat was small, greasy, old and ripped. I was squashed in my seat like sardines in a can. It had a musty smell and the guy next to me smelt like cigarettes. The young man on the left of me was half asleep. He was scrawny and had a long, dark, curly beard. His inexpensive jean jacket was very dirty and ripped all over. He looked and smelt disgusting. I wish I could make him disappear.