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It was the blank margin of the city; an observer of the fun, rather than a reveler at the party.
On the seat across from me, there was a boy about my age with the prettiest face I had ever seen. He had been trying to catch my gaze while I had been staring out the window, dreaming of a man on this broken-down train trying to catch my gaze.
