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It | Mar 28 2002

A couple on the inbound 1 train. She’s got her arms folded across her chest. Both are trying to kept this private.

Him: It’s not what you think it is.

Her: What do you mean “it’s not what I think it is”? Is it or is not what you told me it is?

Him: I don’t know what I told you, but I can tell you’re thinking it’s something else.

Her: Like what?

Him: Like I don’t have to say what.

Pause.

Her: Fine, it’s not that, I believe you.

Pause.

Her: But that doesn’t stop me from feeling hurt by it.