It was hearts aplenty on Friday morning at my train station.
I like to imagine it was the handy work of a moony-eyed teen professing his love to a gamine hazel-eyed girl with wavy tresses, but regardless of the story behind the random hearts, their happy presence made for an intrigued station full of passengers.
I like to imagine it was the handy work of a moony-eyed teen professing his love to a gamine hazel-eyed girl with wavy tresses, but regardless of the story behind the random hearts, their happy presence made for an intrigued station full of passengers.
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