"Meet me Sunday at Grand Central," she wrote. "At the Information Booth, under the brass clock." So every Sunday Jules came to this place. It became a part of his life, like the disappointment. He would sit in the North Balcony overlooking the Main Concourse and watch the masses of people. Sometimes, he would stand in the spotlight that great rays of sunlight would provide, cutting through the thick air from windows high above. He enjoyed the warmth, and perhaps she would see him. In these vast halls was everything that he needed - the stores, the newsstand, the food market - and everything that he would never have. It was one of the great gateways. It held the promise of a glorious future. For Jules, like the stub-end tracks, this was the end of the line. Though he saw her face in many strangers, the love of his life never came.

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