But there she was under her green felt hat, serene in a seat by the window, leafing through a magazine; never an eyelash raised she though surely, surely she must sense his burning gaze on her cool shadowed cheek – the tram sped by, the signal changed and she was gone, her fleeting profile hidden by the rain.

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December 21, 2012 · 10:32 pm

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