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Two Friday afternoons ago I was heading into the city from the Brooklyn Q Prospect Park stop. We were standing near each other at the station and looked at each other on the train. After I got off at Canal Street you stared at me for a while. I wish you’d said something to me on the train before I got off. I didn’t even know missed connections still existed here but here we are. Tell me what I look like so I know it’s you.
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