She wore a black fur coat and carried a book titled object lessons in psychoanalytic practice. She shook off her umbrella in the nearly empty train, by the sole man sitting quietly by himself, and sat next to him on the 2-seated plastic bench.
His eyes retreated, heavy, drawn into the moment’s hopelessness—but he lifted his head and those eyes drifted forward to tread the calm waters out-of-focus and distant.
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