in my PATH car, there was a young couple next to me, having a quiet dispute. The girl, wearing an army green bandana and a red scarf, her purple nail polish chipped and picked at, was trying to get the boy to look at her, her sweet face with puffy eyes and bitten lips to stop herself from crying too publicly.
And right behind them, almost back to back, was another couple, the girl in a mauve coat, talking, seeming as if there was no one else in that carrige but each other, punctuating sentences with gentle kisses.
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both of these observations make me want to cry.
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