The taxi pulled into the train station.
she’d never used either before.
The statue struck her as out of place.
She found this city like that.
She sat down on the wooden bench.
Looked like something from Shaker Village.
You know, the place where they don’t believe
in marriage but they sing and make things out of wood.
These are some notes for a possible direction that Pickup Line might take, but I’m not sure if that’s the direction I want to go in.