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It was one of those days. You know the kind. The sky was an indifferent grey, my coffee tasted like regret, and every single interaction felt like pulling teeth. I was physically and emotionally drained, walking through a fog of existential weariness. My job felt meaningless, my relationship… strained. I just wanted to get home, crawl under my weighted blanket, and disappear.
The tram was packed, naturally. Shoulder-to-shoulder, the low hum of conversation and the clatter of the tracks doing little to soothe my frayed nerves. I’d managed to snag a window seat, pressing my forehead against the cool glass, watching the city blur by. Just a little while longer, I thought, then I can escape.Then, at the next stop, she boarded.
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