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The girl started the mosh pit at about eleven o'clock in the morning. She had hung a big, silver boom box from the railing- and really, when was the last time you even saw a boom box anyways? But yeah, she hung the boom box and it started blasting some truly aggressive noise, and the next thing you knew she was and kicking and thrashing all around the place in a tight little circle. And this was right before the lunchtime rush, in the middle of one of the busiest subway stations downtown. It was crazy. She had her eyes closed the whole time, and just went for it, just hurled herself and her fists and elbows out and around and around and around until the song ended. People all around- tourists, people with jobs, people in a hurry- all freaked out when she started, they ducked and covered and scurried back when she started but she didn't hit a single person. Not a one. Then when her song stopped, she casually held out an old baseball hat and patiently waited for people to drop change in it for her. And the craziest thing was...they did.