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the time on the metro, on the way to louvre… this is our stop, you said. it’s not, i said. you insisted, stepped off, trusting me to follow. i hesitated. the doors closed irrevocably between us, and i was whisked away from you. i can still see the look on your face, feel the look on my own.

it’s not just that you were right, and i had to trudge back, alone, to find you at last in the dusty courtyard.

i regret not jumping off with you — right or wrong — i wish i had followed you.

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