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June 18, 2013
He'd let himself be introduced to the family, all six of them: two brothers, one older, one younger, and two sisters, also one older and one younger, and mom and dad. Jack laughed to himself. What was it people used to say about the middle child? Awkward, cast aside because the parents' attention was always focused on the older or younger ones? Not my Gina, thought Jack. That one shied from no one, never shared the spotlight. No wallflower, that's for sure. Not my Gina.

Up ahead Jack saw the entrance to the 7 train on the Manhattan-bound side.