I’m writing this aboard a train from Chiusi to Rome. My left ankle rests on my right knee, creating a sturdy ledge for my laptop. The grey toe of my right sneaker is two inches from a fuchsia tennis shoe belonging to a checked out passenger with little bluetooth circles perched in her ears. Next to me, Chris is reading Easy Beauty with his backpack on h…
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