When I was waiting at the train station with my mom when I was going back, we were near the sliding glass doors that opened up onto the platform, and this (older) (black) lady was near us in a tasteful black hat and a fur-collared brown coat.
"Oooh!", my mom was like, when the doors slid open and some cold came inside, "It's getting so cold out."
"And the sad part is," the (older) (black) lady was like, "It's not even that cold yet."
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