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Even brushing past others on the subway made Casey's skin crawl. The cold, prickly fingers of so much resentment ran up the spine and tugged at the neck hairs until that inevitable shudder, only interrupted by more shuffling and bustling, wound them even tighter. They could barely remember when this daily ritual of going to work meant new friends and opportunities. And they certainly could no longer recall what that felt like, left now only with icy pangs of why, why the hell are we out in public.