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It's a long hallway, built of concrete, and it doesn't matter how high of a quality the workmanship is, there's always a wheel that doesn't touch the ground at quite the same height.
Another, a young boy, leads the train and pushed by his own nurse. Floor two. He looks like I feel, a little nervous, a little vacant. There's no point in trying to smile reassurance, even if he were looking at me.
They don't try to involve us in their light banter, strolling through the slightly cold steam tunnels, pushing two warm bodies in wheelchairs covered in gowns lighter than bedsheets.