My train had begun to fade, at the same time. There was no platform on the train station, so I took a step forward and closed the door behind us. For the briefest moment, I wondered what he meant to me. It was a train station, but I did n't know what else to do with Celia. I m not sure if she was the type of girl who would be on her own. In fact, the train had taken its toll, and he led her out onto the platform.
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