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Tony
Today’s not the day a train runs me over, thought Tony. A lanky Latino teen wearing a chain necklace and baggy jeans had just walked onto the subway platform. It wasn’t only that the teenager claimed a spot too close to Tony. It was that the spot was behind him.
Tony froze in place, not wanting to bring attention to himself. Eyes bulging, he tried to stretch his peripheral vision. Failing that, he searched for a reflective surface to track the teenager’s movements. Finally, he resorted to discreetly shuffling to the side so that he was closer to one of the metal beams near the stairs. If the teen shoved him, at least he’d have something to grab hold of. He heard on the morning news that there had been a recent string of subway pushings, three of which proved fatal.
Holding his b
