Ten minutes later another train comes along, and when we got to N. Quincy a large man, sweating with heat radiating off of him, put his sweaty armpit millimeters away from my face as he held onto the top bar. I had nowhere to go, but luckily he didn't reek of b.o. However, the heat coming off of him was really disturbing and I think that was because he was having digestive issues becuse there were some amazingly foul and nauseating rotten egg diarrhea farts throughout the ride.
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