Quick recap of yesterday's success:
Girl on T. Me. On the T also. Reading a book. Snatching glances at girl. Girl rolls her eyes (At what? Unclear.) T stops. As usual. For 5 minutes outside of Park Street. I make remark, to girl, about the driver texting her dealer for a fresh crack rock. (Actually, this didn't happen; I said "It would be faster to walk to Park Street." True.) Girl and I got off the T and walk and talk most of the way to my office. I got girl's #. The end.
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