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I used to be lucky enough to run into you in the morning on the Bx7, now and then on the 1 train back home from work. Sometimes with a book or swiping around your phone. Shrouded in a bit of leather and a confidence I couldn't look away from. Once you complimented my book and asked me if it was any good, I asked about yours and you started to spill with facts about art galleries and museums. Your stop came and I never asked for your number, and I've felt like an idiot ever since.
Hard to tell much besides that on the surface level. You always wore a mask, so that was a good sign. Your hair was dark red. Always felt I missed an opportunity to get to know someone pretty amazing.
Tell me what book I was reading if you feel the same, lets get coffee sometime. I could listen to you rant all day.
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