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I knew I shouldn't have trusted her. The enigmatic beauty on the train. She wore a fedora without a hint of irony. A long winter coat, the collar pulled up tight around her chin to protect against the chill winter air.

She let the collar down as I had let my guard down; just enough to flash me that red lipstick smile. As the train pulled into the station, she pushed past me in the crush of passengers. She looked back at me from the platform.

Then I reached down. I saw the blood spreading on my shirt. She laughed.

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