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The last car

February 20, 2011
The hurtling train carried, in each car, several people in love, several people alone, several people who wished they were alone. The sound of the wheels on the tracks raced like a heartbeat, and in the last car, a woman took her lover’s hand in hers. I need you to hear me, she whispered into his ear. I need you to ignore all the noise.

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