On a cold December evening, she sat in her dark room, a solitary light emitting from her iPod playing Norah Jones. An iPod he’d given her earlier in the summer when things were brighter. She counted the little change she had. It wasn’t enough. She thought about her bills. What little there were, her mom paid. The only thing she really spent any money on was the GO train she took to downtown and then TTC to St. George campus. And then she decided. If she walked every day from union station to university she could save enough to get him a gift. And so she walked.
Years later, they danced to Norah Jones on Valentine’s day in their little home in the suburbs.
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