The Train
Do you remember me, Emily? The guy from Agadir, Morocco? We met on the train from Rotterdam to Prague. Remember? I got on after you did, and fate placed us together in a compartment with no other passengers. I will remember that glorious night forever, and should the sands of the Moroccan desert swallow me up, my last thoughts will be the memory of our shared passion. For what is life without passion, but the desert we make for ourselves, without the sweetness of water to make it an inviting...
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