You and her are sitting together, swaying to the rhythm of the #5 train. Holding hands. Her fingers are lightly playing with yours, her lip corners are toying with a misterious smile. Her face is lit up when she talks to you. You are also smiling but it is a little more frozen, a little [...]

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