The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain falls. It is cold. It is steady. You stand at the platform. The train is there. It is black. It is long. It waits. You do not look at it. You look at your hands. They are red. They are wet. You hold a box. It is small. It is wood. It is cracked. The crowd moves. They are gray. They are silent. They pass you. They do not see you. They are tired. They are going home. You are not going...

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