Cramped, the woman whispers to the man next to her, “Scoot over.”
“What?” he asks.
She repeats, “Scoot over.”
“Where?” he asks, gesturing towards the empty space next to him.
“Forget it,” she replies.
“What?” the man asks, for he already has.
“What?” he asks.
She repeats, “Scoot over.”
“Where?” he asks, gesturing towards the empty space next to him.
“Forget it,” she replies.
“What?” the man asks, for he already has.
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