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  • My ears were plugged in. "Here's to you Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loved you more than you will know..."

    The sour smell of piss, trademark of the MTA, found its way to my nose.

    I didn't even notice him. You stop noticing stuff like this after more than a decade in the big city.

    A cute girl sat across from me.
    She stared; I pretended not to notice.
    I stared; she looked away.

    A fleeting romance.

    The guy next to me talking to himself, the soundtrack to our little love story.
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