After getting through the turnstiles, we waited for our train to arrive.
The employed citizens glared at us. Us, the unemployed, don't blend in with people like them.
But I didn't care where I stood on the social hierarchy. We were the ones getting to witness The Game, and that's all that mattered.
After several minutes, we boarded the train to Barton Oaks.
We managed to find seats, and settled down before the train started moving.
My heart was pounding. This was a new experience for me. I had read about trains, but to ride in one was almost more than I could bear.
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