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We must’ve left Lolla at the same time. I was working but you had a GA wristband. Surprised you were waiting for the train alone. We got on the same car, O’Hare bound. Our hands touched at the railing, your skin on my tattooed arm. Wasn’t going to make a move in the crowded car. But let me know if you felt something too?
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