To the Latina on the train Saturday morning, you're gorgeous. You sat in car #9322; black jacket, wearing make-up looking like you were headed to work. Me: White guy who was standing up the entire time across from you. We kept making eye contact. You seemed to smile every time our eyes met. I had on a mask, but I was smiling. Our views kept getting obstructed. I got off at 59/Lex just before 8am. Tell me; what kept interrupting our glances, or what stop did I board the train at (you were already on when I got on)
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