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A hooded figure sits alone on a bench at a rain-slicked train platform at night, waiting under a line of warm lights.
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The Geography of Kindness

My room was spacious, far more than I needed. But as the door clicked shut, the luxury mattered less than the simple mechanics of safety.
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