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Smooth melody

February 22, 2012

He met her at the intersection of a train whistle and an out-of-tune piano—she lived in a world more cacophonous than most. She soothed him, though—left him quiet and thoughtful each time he saw her.

I’d never have expected to find you, he said. You’re like a smooth melody.

You shouldn’t believe everything you hear, she said. Just then, another train blew through the crossing.

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