A baby cries on the train, a hoarse, angry cry, full of static. A woman's phone goes off and, for a moment, the ringtone is indistinguishable from the baby's coughing wail before it evolves into the trebly barking beats and synthesized sirens of the latest hip-hop. It breaks off in mid-cack-pop, cack-cack-POP as she answers it.
"Yeah, can't make it," she says.
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