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October 4, 2013
"You look like someone I would have known had I lived the life I didn't choose," he says, finally sitting down next to me after glancing at me intermittently since Wall Street. I understand what he's saying, even though I'm not quite sure there isn't a double negative in there somewhere.

"It's a compliment," he says. "I would've seen you walking on the street, and I would've told you there was something about the way you walked that made me stop to say hello."

We reach my stop, and I don't know if I wish he'd followed me off the train.