the train | writing prompt attempt
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she woke up in a train, only to find a note in her jacket that said,
"𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸."
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