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Submitted to Contest #283
I gasp as I'm startled awake. There is an old lady sitting across from me looking at me as if I'm crazy, which I must admit I seem like I am. A sixteen-year old all alone on a train, the day before Christmas. My dark blond hair is a shaggy mess that almost touches my shoulders, my face is covered with what is either dirt or food, and Iām clutching my bag as if it had my grandfather's ashes in it or something. She probably thinks Iām a homeless boy planning to rob her. I sigh and try to fix up my hair and wipe my face with the back of my lint...
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