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[judecorp]

Okay, so I was on my way home today on the red line T, and the high school kids started pouring in. Since I ride the Ashmont line, lots of African-American teenagers filled my train car - many with iPods and Walkmans and similar (and overly-loud and bassy) products. In front of me, two young women were standing between rows of seats, leaning against the poles.

They had a really amusing and flirtatious banter going on between them, and I had a bit of inner dialogue about whether they were friends or 'friends,' if you know what I mean. Part of me berated myself for assuming they were flirting solely on the fact that one girl (they looked somewhere between 14 and 16) was quite (handsomely) butch gangsta and the other was much more traditional Baby Phat girl. But they were so cute to watch, so I kept my eyes on them on the sly as the girlier girl continued to throw playful punches and slaps at the butch girl. When we got to Andrew, the butch girl shrugged her coat up onto her shoulders to get ready to leave, pressed a quick kiss on the girlier girl's lips, and exited the train. The girlier girl sat on the bench across from me at that point.

My grin met her blush in the center of the train car.

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[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I wish I was able to spend more time on public transportation. Also I wish I was able to spend more time in the actual fun parts of the city I live in. I spend so much time driving around south of Boston proper that I usually forget I live anywhere near Boston.