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June 22, 2008
His features set and decisive, hers dreamy, absent. He surveyed the surroundings, scanned people with a cocky eye, but never really taking his eyes of her, not the corner of them. There may have been a leash between them, elastic, see-through, a leash fashioned out of the air and will. It was not sure who was holding it, though, or if anyone was.

She tapped long, varnished nails on the pole, he made an effort to ignore it. Finally, the train came to a stop again, they stepped off. She slipped out first, graceful despite the dangerously high heels.