The Girl on the 6 Train
The Girl on the 6 Train I. Daisy's flute case was open on the floor of my apartment, and she was playing something that sounded like the city at three in the morning — the sound of a train passing under your floor at 3 AM, the sound of a bodega owner flipping his sign, the sound of your own heartbeat when you realize you have been awake for four hours thinking about someone who does not know...
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