The brimming subway carriage jerks into motion. Our taut, seated bodies lurch. The smooth skin of our arms press. Our eyes flick over to each other. Then we look away, as the train roars. Next stop. Not my stop. Not your stop. I adjust my skirt. You adjust yours. Hourglass sand drains quickly. You look at me. I take your hand. You swallow. Then you smile, brushing the hair from your face.
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