Nothing major. In the afternoon a category 4 FOP entered the downtown train at 168th street. He sat down right next to me and I was trapped on the inside of those two front-facing seats. Even breathing through my mouth didn't help. I twisted my head around in vain to find clean air. The bile rose in my throat and I felt like I was suffocating. Until he got off at 42nd street.
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