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Private Lives IV the elevated train, Chicago, Illinois you can hear the gears speeding up slowing down I have seen into other’s lives a woman with two children one sitting in a stroller one standing get on the train she pulls the scarf from around her neck the gloves off she reaches into her bag finds a square of folded tin foil carefully opens pulls out a tissue folds the tin foil puts it away wipes the children’s noses the standing child sees writing on the back of her Batman doll “What does it say?” “Made in China.” “Is that his name?” this was the window I was looking through Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.

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