A college undergrad boards the train at Park Street with me. We sit across from each other. He is wearing carefully tattered jeans, a light blue v-neck t-shirt, and a jacket and has an impressive amount of dark, spiky hair. Three stops later, a girl enters the train, yells his name, runs to him, and gives him a kiss on the cheek. They sit together, talking animatedly. Two stops later, the girl leaves the train with flourish, promising to keep in touch this time. This rendezvous was apparently serendipitous, an unplanned meeting in the place of highest variability.
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