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I see this girl at the train station every day on my way to work. She works at a cafe across the street from the theater and lives in San Carlos. She rides the train for free. She smokes. She's having issues with her taxes. She's having issues with her partner. She doesn't wear a helmet; she wears a bandana. Her Mom is a huge Giants fan.

I've learned all this because of her screamed phone conversations.