My future wife and I once had plans to meet in Penn Station. When I arrived and didn’t see her in the crowd, I pulled out a magazine, waiting for her to find me. Turned out she arrived and did the same thing. We stood there, fifty feet apart and reading our magazines, until we missed the train. Ridiculous, yes, but it was still a tense hour waiting for the next train. That hour was the spark for this story. I wanted to write a story where two people went head-to-head in that time span, and in that place.
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