Things are getting strange, Mom. I didn't admit it before, but I was the one who discovered the woman on the train--and she wasn't dead when I found her. Being born and raised on Earth, I never much liked my PED. I prefer my paperback books. When we entered the tunnel, she fell to the floor, her hadn't touching the hem of my pants. In the darkness, her eyes met mine. She tucked a memory stick into my sock; her eyes begged me to keep the secret. And I did... until now.
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