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The suitcase felt heavy on her legs, but she refused to tuck it below her seat and continued to hug it desperately. The man stood on the platform staring at her through the window. For a moment, she thought he was about to step toward the train, attempt to stop her from leaving. But she was wrong. He hadn't moved, he never would. Thus she sat, alone with the weight of the case on her legs, and the weight of her heart on her shoulders.

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