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and freeze when I hit something solid.
Her leg. I move an inch and hit the
jackpot, the soft leather duffle bag she
carries is right where I knew it would be.
I tuck my foot into it, pushing down to
the ground so I can drag it toward me.
The train car is full, so nobody notices
anything. People chatter or hum along to
the music they're listening to. The gentle
thrum of the rain and the din of the engine
make me brave. I nearly fist pump the air
