I stand here, my phone in my hand, the screen alight the familiar dark-blue-and-white of Facebook. Guitars sing in my ears, intermingled with the voice of a man heartbroken. My gaze flies from the window of the train to my screen to random people surrounding me in no particular rhythm or order.
My eyes randomly lock with a big curious pair of brown ones. They bore deeper into mine, innocent, unaware.
I look away.
I am certainly older now.
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