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paste on the glass
paste on the glass
I got up late yesterday morning . It was at 8:15 when I arrived the HLG station of subway line 13 . A large crowd of people was waiting on the platform and standing serveral long lines in order already . I joined a long line as the foot (of the line ).
The train arrived and people crowd into the carriages .Someone gave up getting on and waited the next train because it was too many people already in the carriages and it seemed certain that nobody can get on . I looked at the clock of the platform and I decided to get on because I was more probability late for work.
I had to hustle into the carriage and the guard helped me .At last he pushed me into and the door closed . As soon as the door had closed , I ralaxed myself for one second and at once I was pasted on the glass of the door by a strong pressure on my back . The advantage (pasted on the galss ) was that I could get the fresh air easier and enjoy the scene outside more clear and conveniently .
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