You were playing your violin between 2nd Ave and Jay Street, filling the car with music. I dropped a dollar in your case and our eyes met for just a second before my stop. Wish I’d stayed to hear the next song—or at least learned your name.
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1 month agoMissed ConnectionsNewSell28 people viewed
You were reading Murakami on the F train, headphones on, smiling at something only you knew. I was the awkward guy clutching an extra umbrella, wishing I’d offered it before your stop at York Street.
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1 month agoMissed ConnectionsNewSell26 people viewed
