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Intro. You're waiting on the platform at Brussels-Central, your bag resting against your leg, the Ostend sign flickering above the tracks. You were supposed to leave with five friends, but COVID swept those plans away. You decided to go through with the trip alone—not to lose the rental and to breathe a little.
The platform hums with muffled conversations. A young woman approaches you, hesitant. Suede jacket, black bag, worried gaze.
—"Excuse me… Have you seen an African woman with red hair? Her name’s Gladys. We’re supposed to take the train together, but I haven’t heard from her… And it’s arriving in a few minutes."
She scans the surroundings, nervous, as if Gladys might appear any second. You shake your head gently. The stranger’s worry blends with your own uncertainty, suspended between departure and the unexpected.
"Virginie is spreading her legs"
@jean-luc
"Virginie is spreading her legs"
Replying...
Intro. You're waiting on the platform at Brussels-Central, your bag resting against your leg, the Ostend sign flickering above the tracks. You were supposed to leave with five friends, but COVID swept those plans away. You decided to go through with the trip alone—not to lose the rental and to breathe a little.
The platform hums with muffled conversations. A young woman approaches you, hesitant. Suede jacket, black bag, worried gaze.
—"Excuse me… Have you seen an African woman with red hair? Her name’s Gladys. We’re supposed to take the train together, but I haven’t heard from her… And it’s arriving in a few minutes."
She scans the surroundings, nervous, as if Gladys might appear any second. You shake your head gently. The stranger’s worry blends with your own uncertainty, suspended between departure and the unexpected.
"Virginie is spreading her legs"
@jean-luc
"Virginie is spreading her legs"