I handed the clipboard with the candidate petition on it back to the volunteer standing outside the station vestibule. "Thanks," she said and, turning to the teenagers with me, asked, "Is this your first march?"
When they nodded, she continued. "Have fun! Pay attention to the signs-- you'll see some great ones!"
A little while later, the woman sitting next to me on the Metro asked, "Are you going to the march?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"We are too," she said.
"I figured," I replied. "I noticed your sign."
"I made it for the last one," she sighed.
"I can't believe you still have it eight years later," I told her.
"I can't believe I need it again." She shook her head, and the train pulled into our station. "Have..." she paused and shrugged. "Fun? At the March." Then she smiled wryly and joined her group.
"You too," I called after her, but she had already disappeared into the crowd.
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