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The other side of the "normal stuff" coin here is something the study tactfully calls "environmental water." Which sounds nice and Poland Spring-y, until you think about the little puddles of filth in the tracks, inexplicably under benches, rhythmically falling from the ceiling and creating those inexplicable little perma-pustules on the platform at, say, Canal. You may be smart enough not to drink it (I hope?), but still, you're breathing it. The city itself is inside you, inside all of us. And I am maybe moving to a bio-dome.
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