The Train Station

โ€œDo you know what time it is?โ€ โ€œItโ€™s 7:04.โ€ โ€œThank you. My phones battery just died. So I canโ€™t tell the time.โ€ Sofia watched as the man to her left slid his phone in his pocket and reached into his leather backpack. He pulled out a thick, white book. Smiling, Sofia pulled out her own copy... Continue Reading →

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