

The Note and the TrainShe sat in the seat at the back of the train car. Her eyes were fixed outside, watching the scenery flash by in a blur. Her face was delicate, flawless. Her hair, a brilliant mahogany, aflame in the sun's glow, fell down about her shoulders in long lines. In her hands, she held a book, face down, on her lap, so that Steven couldn't see the cover.The Note and the Train
She's the one. She has to be. He'd been sharing this train ride with her for over a month now. Never did he dare approach her, never did he let her catch his glimpses. He was a man whose tongue betrayed him. Eloquent in thought and prose, his words never flowed a
Hi handsome. <3
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oooooohhhhh... sleep deprivation. now i know how my desk lamp feels. i should show it more sympathy.
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