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September 20, 2012
He would ride the trains whenever he could. He didn't need to go anywhere. Instead, he would ride them in order to stare at the pretty girls who would get on.

There was one right now. Dark hair contrasting with pleasantly pale skin. He couldn't get a glimpse of her eyes as they were constantly cast down, reading a book. He imagined them to be dark and foggy, like soot.

She never once glanced at him, even when she moved to get off the train. It didn't matter to him. Another girl would sit down, and the journy would continue.