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SamIO
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And so, with their time spent alienated by the world, they silently conspired to elope, having never uttered a word to each other in all their lives before. Shanhu would be an urbanite's dream, whetting their palettes with fantasies of opportunity; perhaps opportunistic fantasies would meet them instead.
Their meeting was a machine built of carefully-ordained coincidences, each somehow predicting the other with such strategy or empathy as if to have spoken through their actions — a secret message encoded in their behaviors; a greeting, an affirmative — except that that the real genius of it all was that neither knew of the other's intentions.
And yet there they stood, pretending not to stare at each other through the carriage-door windows from opposite cars. Mia, wearing an uncharacteristically-tomboyish set of clothes — perhaps hoping for a fresh start as much as Sonia — took it upon herself to open the door and take a seat someplace medial, wordlessly inviting Sonia to the booth across from her.
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