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Two Weeks, Wrong City
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Her phone buzzed. She looked at it and her face went tight. "Everything okay?" I asked. "My friend was supposed to pick me up from Venice. She's canceling." She stared at the message. "I don't have anyone else in that city. I don't know what I was thinking booking this alone." She looked genuinely lost.
"I could meet you," I said. "Venice is an hour from here. I'd take the train, find you, make sure you're not stranded." She stared at me. "Why would a stranger do that?" "Because right now, you're the only person who gets it." She grabbed my number. When our trains boarded, we both had a reason to come back.
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