The Wistful Dinner

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The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the station, obscuring the tracks and the world beyond, trapping you in a suspended moment where the smell of wet wool and stale coffee mingles with the metallic tang of anxiety that has become so familiar it feels like a second skin. You are sitting in the corner booth, the vinyl cracked and peeling...

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