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Two Weeks, Wrong City
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Five minutes later she spoke without looking at me. "I'm Alex. Going to Venice." "Theo. Vienna." She nodded. "Why Venice?" I asked. She shifted. "Running from something. Trying to figure out if it's the place or me." "And Vienna?" she asked. "Same." She looked at me then, really looked. "Maybe we're both looking for the same answer."
The board lit up: Platform 5 for both. "Come on," she said, standing. We walked together toward the platform. At the gate she stopped. "You seem kind. Like you'd actually keep a promise." "I would," I said. She wrote her number on the back of a receipt. "Text me when you get to Vienna. Tell me what you find." I took it.
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