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Two Weeks, Wrong City
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The board flickered. Still delayed. I risked it: "Bad day?" She let out a long breath. "Bad week. Bad everything, actually." "That's rough." "Yeah." We stood quiet. Then: "I lost my job two days ago. Now I'm leaving for two weeks and hoping I figure out if I'm worth keeping around." I recognized that feeling.
"You are," I said. She looked at me. "I don't even know you." "I know you're brave enough to leave. I know you're honest about being scared. I know you showed up." When the trains finally boarded, we exchanged numbers. "Text me when you're back?" I asked. "Yeah," she said. And she did.
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