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Today on the train, there's this kid who exclaimed with such sudden pained vehemence that I thought either he'd 1) forgotten his 104 year old grandmother's birthday, 2) left the formula for cold fusion on a Starbuck's table or 3) neglected to turn off the detonator for the train upon which we were all riding. He turned in his urban-chic brown hoodie embroidered with Japanmation clouds and overcoat to say, "My foot! Man, you stepped on my FOOT." Then he turned the rest of the way and his Tide Detergent emblazoned off-shoulder coat was fully visible.