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She thanked him, touched by the gesture. The crowded train, with its usual smells of sweat and the distant tang of food, seemed a little less crowded, a little more connected, in that moment.

As the train continued its chaotic journey, she found herself the subject of a completely different kind of attention. A child, no more than ten years old, with a mop of unruly hair and a wide grin, stared at her with an unblinking gaze. He was drawing her - or at least, trying to - on a crumpled piece of paper, his crayon moving in bold strokes. she the molester and the crowded train best

"For you," he said, with a proud smile.