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| monroe & dearborn. |
i held the sliding doors with my foot for as long as i could. next stop. belmont. this time he was shirtless. c'mon!! still nothing. addison. i got off. he stayed. i ran into the old women. they were busy making a pot of chili to keep him warm on his long train ride. frisbee golf, hills, a mansion a mile away. who was this young person?