The quickest way to your apartment is half an hour spent on regional rail. Trees pass by as the windows shake, the breaks squeaking without fail. The smell of weed and cheap perfume. A general air of darkness looms. I lift my head and all I see is a dark tunnel surrounding me. For a second or two, I question if it's all really worth it. Uncomfortable seats and the grinding of teeth wears me thin, but then I walk a few blocks and I knock on your door and I'm reminded why I pay seven bucks to meet you here at midday: it's 'cause your smile quite frankly, actually reminds me that things might be okay.
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