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Another commute, this time the boy and I were going down to Fed Square to meet a dear friend, a heart person that I only get to see every couple of years or so. He was hassling me with txts like ‘where are you?, when will you get here?’ etc., and my boy and I were reading stories, playing games on the iPhone and taking silly pictures of each other. Rather than respond to his txts I posted an image my boy took, only on instagram so he would understand that we were on a train and in commute. Which he did.