The Wrong Train

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“It seemed like a fun dare: my boyfriend took my clothes to the next stop and I got the train after. It was the start of the line and always quiet. The problem was I got on the wrong train; the one that didn’t stop. I saw him standing with my clothes in his arms as we flew through the station.”

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