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You and your mother were sitting there in the train station, and you were wearing a light-blue t-shirt with a Bible verse, and reading a book by a Christian author. Every time I'd look up, I'd see you looking at me and then you'd look away. At one point you put one of your legs up on the seat next to your mom, and she noticed that you painted your nails recently and said they looked nice and that you have very pretty feet. Then your train arrived and you and your mom got up and went to the gate. I wish I'd said something; I love the author whose book you were reading (and the verse written on your shirt).
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