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Monday morning, I leave my sweetheart’s bed, heart full, head to my own home. The subway car holds a handful of people. Across the car, a head-phoned man recites rap lyrics under his breath. The woman nearest me on the bench softly sings along with her iPod, some R&B refrain. The sounds melt…

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