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The first time I saw him, we were on the tram. My face was cold and covered up; my blue eyes peering through. He sat behind me, and we both turned to see a child running past the window. I smiled. He was suddenly standing, holding his books in one arm, and I brushed past him to leave. He saw me; his brown eyes met mine for just a second, and I stepped off the tram. That was the first time.
“Wouldn’t it have been lovely if we’d met before?”
(Inspired by Doctor Zhivago, 1965)
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