Earphones
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She never really remembered her train rides. As soon as her ears heard a soft rhythm, when they felt the cold plastic of her earphones, she disappeared.
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ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ
sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ
ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ~
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