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  • The 7:34 to the city is a busy train. People take up every seat. But crowds of commuters filing the cars do not make the ride any less lonely.

    It was months ago when she told him goodbye. It wasn't abrupt or even unexpected. Still, the word - "goodbye" - when it's said by the one you love, the one you thought would save you, is a most powerful word. And each day since that word was uttered, he thinks about what could have been, what might still be if things had been different, if he had been different. And each day on this train, in his seat by the window, he thinks of her as the world rushes by in a blur of altered time.
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