I am getting on the subway. I see a man stand alone in front of the door. The place near him looks roomy, so I stand by him. He wears short sleeve shirt and black pants. I see his skin head, well-muscled body, and the dragon tattoo on his arm. Then I understand why nobody is there. He looks like a gangster.
He is watching the scenery outside. His eyes are full of nervousness. I believe he feels uncomfortable because people keep glancing at him. I cannot help observing him. I cannot help imagining his life story. Is he a real gangster? Is he angry? Where is he going now?
Next station he is getting off, but my imagination keeps going.
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