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away with her sad lottery ticket.
He would rather let her live in
the purity of his imagination...
than succumb to the spectacle of
flesh and blood, scent and sorrow.
He's lost something, sure...
Another conquest, maybe even
an enduring relationship.
But think what he gets
in return.
He will forever be the man who
waited in the snow and rain...
day after day
for the lottery girl.
He will be the one
who walked away...
at the moment
his dream was realized.
He will be mythic.
You want to know
what really happens?
Sure.
He's out of that
coffee shop so fast,
he sloshes his half-caf latte
on his hand, extra hot.
He almost knocks her over, they strike up
a conversation, and they begin dating.
Two kids and a summer home
in Montauk?
Lasted eight months. "It's not
you, it's me." That kind of thing.
What? Don't be smug.
He gave it a shot.
My version
would've lasted forever.
Now I know your secret.
Didn't know I had one.
You'd rather have a great story
than a great love.
You didn't think it was odd
running into her like that?
I guess I wasn't
thinking at all.
What?
if you're a victim or a suspect.
Well, I suppose you could pretty
much say that about anyone.
And the lottery ticket?
She won.
You try to find me?
There are no Lexi's
in Westport.
I didn't say
I lived in Westport.
You gotta give a guy
a fair chance.
I found you, didn't I?
You look different.
Different day.
What color was your hair?
people meeting on a train.
If they know they'll
always be strangers,
it frees them.
You can create me any way you
want, and I'll never disappoint.
I could ask you to kill for me, and I
won't know if you'll carry it out.
We have no reason
to lie to each other...
unless the lie
is prettier than the truth.
We're no longer
on the train.
No?
How did you find me?
Don't tell me you're one of those New Age
types who don't believe in accidents.
You're not gonna ask me
to kill someone, are you?
Why don't you
show me what you do.
Can I get you
a pain pill for that?
Actually, the pain
helps me remember.
Sisters at Saint Jude's
would agree with you.
Catholic school?
You bet.
Her patron saint.
I held the cross
under my tongue...
until there was
a bloody sore.
I ate with it...
like that.
I slept with it.
Eventually the pain fades
and the callous appears.
My father only made it
a few weeks.
One morning
he refused to work,
and they beat him to death
with their rifles.
Bullets were too expensive.
When I was young, my mother used to
tell me this story when things got bad.
hung on the cross," she'd say.
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