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 The train waited on tracks speeding off in opposite directions, yet both far away from this city. His felt heavy on his shoulder, bulging with the collection of clothes, toothbrush, returned gifts. His scarf danced in the wind, twisting to catch the falling snowflakes, before they melted away like faded dreams. His train would depart soon. She stood in thick silence, eyes fleeing towards the cold cement platform. She held her arms tight for warmth, hands shoved into pockets. The platform felt empty and dead with sanctity of a cemetery. Fingers felt the car keys in her pocket. The train was not for her. Hearts beat in unspoken unison. Mou

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