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The woman next to me on the subway home was (also) writing fiction. Only she was on her Blackberry and I was writing in a notebook.
No idea what (romance?), and I didn't talk to her, but it was kind of neat.
No idea what (romance?), and I didn't talk to her, but it was kind of neat.