ISCHEL
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One day, she decided to leave home and skip school, nobody would notice anyway. At exactly 11:45am, she rode the train, this time, reclined on the cold hard metal seat and closed her eyes. The sounds of the tracks were beats of the drums, the steps of the travelers were strings of guitars, and the minute chatters were keys of the piano.
Her head fell on a stranger's shoulder.
His scent was rough but it was attractive.
However, it never occurred to her that she needed to back away.
When finally she opened her eyes, the seat was empty, no stranger in sight.
"I must be dreaming" she thought.
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