A young woman standing on the train platform next to me ducked behind her friend.
“It’s not him.”
“No, I think it’s him.”
The friend took off her sunglasses and squinted.
“Huh. Maybe it is him.”
“Ok, I have to hide.”
The young woman moved behind a lamp post.
“Don’t be so idiotic. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
The young woman grabbed her friend by the arm and yanked.
“It. Was. A. Big. Deal.”
The friend squinted again.
“Yeah, well I don’t think it’s him.”
And then the train came.
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