He got on the car at the near pair of sliding doors and walked to the far end-- the very end of the train, where he'd be desposited closest to the escalator at his transfer. Quick steps, sure, listening to an MP3 and carrying a notebook with an unfinished thought holding its breath on the page, he noticed a girl, sitting just opposite the seat he
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no, wait - i was never that lucky.
BUT - on the other hand, you never would sleep with me. so, i guess that is about my luck.
DAMN YOU CLIVE OWEN!!
where'd your british accent go??
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