understand of their cooing and excited jabber, she just picked him up
from the train station; he'd flown into Newark, I'm guessing. For the
first ten minutes I was on the train with them they were completely
silent, just holding each other tighter than seemed possible. Then he
kissed her and they tumbled into a waterfall of Francobabble that I
would have understood in any language. As their lips touched they
would whisper and coo and laugh softly, fully aware that half the
train was annoyed by their jubilance. You could see from the way they
were holding one another how badly they had wanted to be together.
A few weeks ago they would have annoyed me too. Today I was so
happy...they put a face on my emotions.
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I think that French guy is wearing my running shoes!
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