Rewrite Sinclair - Train Girl
That girl has cuts on her hands.
One over her big knuckle, and another on the side below her pinky. The angles are strange. Too fine to be a knife, too long for paper.
Too fresh.
I can't stop staring, and she catches me.
I glance at her eyes, and for a moment she winces.
And turns away.
I stare at her until she gets off the train.
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