Commute
They pass each other everyday, obscured by the crowds. They will always be there, always crossing paths, alone.
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Nothing on the record yet. The first take opens the floor.
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They pass each other everyday, obscured by the crowds. They will always be there, always crossing paths, alone.
0 takes · 0 hearts · 0 replies
Nothing on the record yet. The first take opens the floor.