I remember one time coming home from work, missing not just my station but shooting past about six others. People grew more panicky as the train gained momentum. We all felt there was something wrong. Some folks tried to pry open the automatic doors. But the train was going too fast to jump off safely, so they shouted outside to anyone who could hear as the train hurtled between stations. Everyone held on to something firm.
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