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The winter air of New York stung her face as she stepped off the train platform. After what felt like hours on the train from Pennsylvania, she welcomed the fresh air. She had a lovely time visiting her relatives; however, she was glad to be back home in the city. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but it would still be some time before she could make it home to rest. She decided to wait until the crowd of passengers hailing taxis thinned out to claim her own.
To her left was an automat. The smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries beckoned her inside. Even though it was quite late, the small cafeteria was full of drifters and families waiting for the next train to arrive. She settled in a small table near the door to keep an eye on the taxis. She removed her gloves and placed them on the table to hold her spot. Not to her notice though, one of the gloves had fallen on the floor. She purchased a simple cup of black coffee and a blueberry muffin with some spare nickels she carried.
She made her way back to her seat and opened the muffin. She looked up to notice a man approaching her. He was tall, lean and looked to be in his early twenties, as was she. Without saying a word, he bent down near the table, picking up her glove.
“Excuse me miss, but I think you dropped this.” He said flashing a perfect smile and holding out the glove to her.
“Oh, thank you! These are my favorite pair, I would have been very sad had I left it.” She took the glove in one hand and reached out the

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