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By the time the train crossed back into Brooklyn, the world already looked smaller. The skyline was just a bunch of gray teeth again, but the kind I’ve gotten too used to staring at. I told myself to stop thinking about him somewhere between Queens and Atlantic Ave, but my brain didn’t get the memo.
When Marco dropped me off this morning, he told me to text when I got home. He said it in that casual, older-brother way, like he didn’t want me to notice that he was checking ...
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