—If you were me, he asked, feeling this way, about you, what would you do? He used his index finger to tuck her hair behind her ear. What could you possibly do?
—Let me go, she said, slipping the remaining hair behind her other ear. The train came to a halt, between stations. Though, she said, I could never be you.
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