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12 Reasons Why Old Souls Have Such A Hard Time Finding Love

1. They have a strong sense of identity.

They know who they are, which means they also know – specifically – what they do and do not want in a partner, what works and what doesn’t. While this is fantastic in terms of being able to choose wisely, it ultimately diminishes their pool of prospects pretty significantly.

2. Left unchecked, their hyper-intuitiveness can wreck relationships.

Often prone to overthinking because of how deeply sensitive they are, their capacity to worry and make assumptions can break relationships that don’t have a perfectly strong foundation.

3. Many are in the throes of twin flame relationships.

They’re attached or are with people who are not their “forever” people, rather, intense connections they’re meant to learn, and rapidly expand, from.

4. They often have a greater purpose that must be attended to first – one that love would distract them from.

They usually have to accomplish quite a bit on their own before they find love – this is because old souls love deeply, and completely. To be given love too soon would keep them from the other important things they are here to do.

5. They will not settle for anything less than soulmate love.

They require a lot more than just a surface-level, “average” relationship. They absolutely will not settle, and sometimes, that means biting the bullet and being alone for longer than what’s “average” as well.

6. While many people can bring them passion, few can bring compatibility.

Because they feel so deeply and others find them so fascinating, it’s easy for them to find infatuation, but to be with someone who is truly their best friend, deepest confidant *and* lover is a challenge.

7. They’re less inclined to go out and meet people in modern ways.

Even if they have nothing against online dating, it doesn’t always come naturally for them, nor does finding a random hookup at a bar or being set up blindly seem appealing.

8. They’re natural healers, and often attract people who need help, not love.

And that attraction is reciprocated. There’s almost nothing that feels better to an old soul than being able to help someone who truly needs it. However, at some point in time, it’s crucial for them to realize that they have to choose a partner, not a student, or a charity case.

9. They dislike the “game.”

Dating is inherently exhausting to an older-spirited person. Feigning disinterest for the sake of looking “cool” or knowing which faux pas other people find off-putting (how long after the first date do you text again?) isn’t instinctive to them, and can stress them out more than they ever find it “fun.”

10. Their standards are sky-high.

They expect a lot from themselves, so likewise, they expect a lot from their partners. While this is a great thing, it’s another quality that has to be kept in check: it’s more important to be able to accept the qualities that aren’t deal-breakers than it is to just write a person off because they’re imperfect.

11. They have baggage.

People who developed their inner selves quickly did so for a reason: they had to cope, they had to grow, or they had to learn from some challenging experiences that life set up for them. While this is a great thing on its own, unresolved issues can often re-manifest in close relationships.

12. They feel fear as intensely as they feel love.

The degree to which they love something is proportionate to how much they fear losing it, or not being “good enough” for it. They don’t just love intensely, they feel everything else intensely, too, and sometimes, that gets in the way of the really good things in front of them.

Imagine being a long time family friend with Jax & Opie and you’ve always had a thing for Juice ever since he prospect. .. part 2

Originally posted by trainwreckmovie

The morning after Bobby’s party, you felt like you were going to die. Literally the worst hangover that you’ve ever had, the light in your room was too bright, your stomach was doing somersaults and you thought you were going to barf every time you attempted to move. You felt like you were on your death bed, your cell rang and it felt like someone was banging on the inside of your head, you groaned and reached for it. Trying to look at the name that was flashing on the screen, squinting and trying to focus on the name was hard and hurt but you managed to glimpse at the name which read ‘ ope ‘. You answered the call and you groaned into the phone;

Ope laughed on the other end;

“ morning sunshine, how you feeling “ You winced in pain at the sound of his voice thumping through your ears and you said in a low grumble;

“ do you have to yell ope ? “ Opie laughed and asked you;

“ do you even remember last night ? “ You tried to concentrate, tried to think than you said;

“ ugh, i’m too sick to remember anything right now. but how the hell did i get home? “ Ope shook his head, and said;

“ Donna and i took your drunk ass home “ You felt like you were going to barf, as you made your way to the bathroom you told your brother before hanging up;

“ think i’m going to be sick, i’ll catch up with you later. .. “ You dropped your cell and buried your head into your toilet. You didn’t end the call so Ope heard you and he was laughing with a disgusted look on his face, he ended the call and said to Donna;

“ told you she’d regret it in the morning.” Donna smiled as she was picking up the plates that Ellie and Kenny had left behind before getting into the truck, Opie leaned and kissed Donna as she was about to walk over to the sink;

“ i’ll see you after i drop the kids off at school “ She smiled as he kissed her and she said in a sarcastic yet loving tone;

“ ohhh, i get to see you before the club has you for the entire day? “ He lightly nudged his wife, then wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the inside of her neck. They giggled and she said;

“ baby, your going to make the kids late for school “ Opie released his wife and walked out towards the kids, and taken them to school.

You on the other hand, the toilet was your best friend that morning. Laying on the cool bathroom floor, your body wrapped around the toilet bowl and yet you felt better laying there. You were sure you threw up everything you had in your body, you were empty. So you crawled towards the shower, and turned it on, you slowly stripped off your clothes and got into the shower. Just enjoying the water hitting you and washing away this hangover was glorious. By the time you got out, you felt better not yet a 100% but way better than you were this morning. You wrapped a towel around your waist and headed towards your kitchen.

You walked to your kitchen, and started to make some coffee. You turned around and freaked out to see Juice sitting on your couch.

“ Jesus Christ Juice ! What the hell are you doing here ?! “ Juice sat there waiting for you, and he stood up and said with a little giggle;

“ nice towel “ You grabbed it before it loosened anymore and asked again this time more calmly;

“ jerk, what are you doing here ? “ Juice walked over to the kitchen and sat down at the table, looking over at you and said;

“ well Ope came to the clubhouse this morning and said you were really sick, so i thought i’d come and check on you “ You were surprised that he would want to check up on you, you looked at him with your eyebrows slightly creased together and you said in a low voice;

“ you. wanted. to. check. up. on. me? “ Juice scoffed and said;

“ well yeah why not ? “ You didn’t know what to say, then you realized you were still in just a towel and you said in a stutter;

“ uhm uh, i should go put some clothes on. .. “ Juice looked down trying to hide his smile, and nodded in agreement. You slowly walked back towards your room, looking back you see Juice staring at you as you walked away. Juice got up trying to forget the sight of you, wet with nothing but a towel, your exposed back shining with droplets of water as you walked back to the room, his pants tightening still not getting that image out of his head. He grabbed two mugs for some coffee, and sat back at the table and waited for both you and the coffee.

Once you were dressed, you came out of the room to see Juice sitting at the table with a cup of coffee waiting for you. You smiled at the sight and he said;

“ black, two sugars right ? “ Your smile grew and you said as you said down across from him;

“ yes, thank you Juice “ He smiled cause he got your coffee right. You took a sip of it and it just hit the spot just right. After drinking your coffee you asked Juice;

“ so, how long were you waiting for me ? “ Juice looked up from his cup at you and said;

“ not long, but you do need to find a better place for your spare key Y/N “ You laughed and nodded your head in agreement. You asked Juice;

“  would you mind taking me to the clubhouse, i seem to have left my car there last night. “ You looked around, trying hard to remember last night it was quite fuzzy. Juice’s thoughts went wild, and he looked a bit annoyed but he nodded and you noticed. You looked at Juice, and said;

“ something wrong ? “ He shook his head and put his cup in the sink. You followed his lead, and put your cup in the sink, grabbed your purse and keys and followed Juice out to the van.
It was a quiet ride back to TM, but one you got into the lot and parked you said to Juice;

“ well that was awkward at all, but thanks for the coffee and the ride Juice.” He said almost under he’s breath;

“ sure no problem “ You got out of the van and headed towards the clubhouse. Once inside the guy’s greeted you, Jax said;

“ there she is ! “ Tig said;

“ wanna drink sweetheart “ You declined a drink at that moment and soon enough you found Opie;

“ Hey your alive ! “ He greeted you with a bear hug, and sat beside you at the bar. You asked Opie;

“ so what did i do last night ? “ Opie swiveled his seat towards you and put his elbow on the bar and hand on his face and said with an enormous smile;

“ well for starters, you were ridiculously drunk, and you were wrestling with sacks tongue “ Once you heard Opie say that you put your head down on the bar in embarrassment, and said;

“ oh my god, no i didn’t “ Opie laughed and lightly hit your back and said quietly;

“ dont worry Y/N, i don’t think anyone saw the two of you. They were all drunk and when i got there i told him not to say a word to anyone “ You looked at Opie, and gratefully hugged him and said;

“ really? oh thank you so much ope “ He hugged you back and he threatened you amusingly;

“ yeah yeah, dont let it happen again or i will let everyone find out “ You punched him in the shoulder.

After awhile you found yourself sharing a cigarette with Chibs outside at the picnic tables, he was telling you stories and you’ve always enjoyed them mostly of his stories in Belfast. The two of you were interrupted by Tig who was calling everyone in for church. Chib’s passed you the cigarette and said;

“ aye, finish up the story later lass “ You took the smoke and said;

“ yep sounds good. “ You smiled at Juice who was walking from the garage towards the clubhouse, wiping the grease off of his hands with the towel that he had in his back pocket, he matched your smile once he saw it. You sat there for awhile, and thought to yourself.

why don’t i just make a move already ? but what if hes not interested in me ? i’m nothing like those girls that he randomly hooks up with ? ‘

You sat there in your own thoughts until you noticed Gemma coming out of her office and heading towards you. She said as she approached you;

“ something the matter sweetheart ? “ You shook your head with a smile and said;

“ no just thinking about what my plans are for today. “ Before Gemma could say anything the guys came pouring out of the clubhouse, they were headed out for a daily run. Clay said to Gem;

“ be back later tonight baby “ Gemma agreed, pursed her lips and kissed Clay and said;

“ okay baby, be careful “ Clay nodded and as he was walking towards his bike, Gemma shouted to Tig;

“ You watch him “ Tig understood and responded;

“ yes ma’am “ Gemma also kissed and told Jax to be safe before he headed towards his bike. You seen Juice about to leave, he looked over at you and you mouthed to him; ‘ be safe ‘ 

He nodded and gave you a grin and you stood with Gemma, and the guys pulled out one by one and left the compound. You helped out Gemma that afternoon with some paperwork, you also did some work in the garage just to keep busy and keep your mind off of Juice. Just before you were about to leave TM you decided to take a chance, so you grabbed your cellphone and texted Juice.

hey, i need to talk to you. come to my house tonight . bring a bottle ‘

You swallowed your fear after you sent that text, told yourself it’s time to take a chance and go for it. You told Gemma that you were about to head home for the night, you were still feeling sick from Bobby’s party. She said to you while giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek;

“ alright baby, get some rest. i’ll see you tomorrow “ You smiled and walked towards your car.

You got to your house, you were nervous for Juice to come over tonight because you were planning on telling him how you felt. So you decided to clean up your house, and wear an amazing outfit with this perfect black laced panty and bra to match just in case things went your way.
Soon it was 8pm, and you gotten a text from Juice saying;

okay, is everything okay? i’m at the clubhouse now. i’ll be there in 20 ‘

You felt like your heart was going to jump up your throat knowing that he was going to be there any minute, but you replied to him;

‘ everything’s good, just waiting on you ‘ 

You ran to the bathroom to look at yourself once more to make sure everything was good, you already had two beer to calm your nerves but you needed something stronger for how you were feeling. Your phone buzzed and it was Juice;

‘ okay, got the bottle ‘ 

He snapped a picture of himself and the bottle and sent it you, you couldn’t help but smile at it. Soon enough you heard Juice’s bike pull into your driveway, you were even more nervous now and kind of excited. Juice knocked on the door, and opened it and said as he walked in;

“ Y/N? it’s me Juice, i’m here. “ You got up from the couch and walked over to the Kitchen where Juice was closing the door. He turned and frozen in his tracks to see you, his eyes widened and looked over you and his mouth was ajar, you smiled at his expression and said in a low, almost seductively voice, you turned to show your body to him;

“ what? is something the matter? “ Juice was at a loss for words, he just shook his then eventually said after clearing his voice;

“ n. .no nothings the matter, you.. you just look amazing “ You smiled and walked towards him;

“ why thank you Juicey “ You grabbed the bottle, and walked over to the cabinets and pulled out two glasses, Juice looking at you still in a daze floated behind you and pulled off his gloves, placed them on the counter and said;

“ so, what did you want to talk about ? “ Juice was a little uneasy being here at your house alone and drinking, usually when the two of you drank together it be at the clubhouse or the guys would all be there. You poured some drinks and went and sat in the living room, Juice followed and you sat down on the couch. Juice stood by the couch, with his drink in his hand looking like he was going to freak out and dash for the door. You patted the space beside you on the couch and said;

“ why don’t you sit “ Juice sat down beside you, and took a drink and you said;

“ why are you so nervous Juicy “ Juice took another drink and said;

“ why you calling me Juicy? you’ve never called me that before? “ You can see he was going crazy and he was nervous which gave you a little bit more confidence that he was feeling the same way you did. You sat towards him and said; 

“ well maybe i like the way it sounds ? “ Juice nodded in approval and took another drink, sure enough he need a refill and he got up quickly and said in a shaky, uneasy voice;

“ uhm, i need a refill. be right back “ When he got to the kitchen, he took his time going to get the booze and he was telling himself;

okay, cool it Juice. She doesn’t think of you like that. She looks so hot though, and let’s face it you’ve been in her since you’ve met you. sure you think about her when your doing that, knock it off juice Ope and Jax will kill you if you sleep with Y/N ‘

You walked over to the kitchen to find Juice mumbling stuff to himself and you said;

“ you okay Juice ? “ You startled him and he said while looking at you like a deer caught in headlights;

“ uh yeh i am, just grabbing a drink “ He poured himself a drink and put the booze back in the fridge. You smiled and said as you watched him drink;

“ i like you .. Juice “ You just blurted out what you wanted to say to him for a long time. He almost choked on his drink and said;

“ what ? “ He looked at you, and you said while leaning against the counter;

“ i like you. i’ve liked you seen i first met you Juice. i’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but i didn’t think that you’d be into me “ Juice didnt know what to say, so he polished off the rest of his drink and took a deep breath and said;

“ i like you too y/n. always have. .. i was just scared of getting rejected or opie and jax would kill “ You giggled and said;

“ you like me? “ Juice walked forward towards you and soon he was standing in front of you and said;

“ well yeah, dude your like extremely beautiful, your bad ass your not bad at games either and your my best friend “ You grabbed Juice and pulled him into you, your lips smashed together and it was electrifying. Juice’s hand found the back of your head and on the small of your back. You pulled him closer to your body, feeling his heartbeat quicken, feeling getting hard through his jeans, his hands moved to your hips and picked you up and placed you on the counter top. Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him into you, his hands touched, grazed and caressed every curve of your body, soon they were under your shirt and soon enough it was lifted up and over your head. The two of you giggling when he got your shirt caught, you finally got it off and continued to make out.

Your hands slid and removed Juice’s kutte it slide to the floor, and he pull off his shirt, you admiring his chiseled rock hard body, you bit your lower lip and your lips rushed to his. Biting and suckling at his lower lip, Juice growling and picked you up from the counter, he had you in his arms and he walked towards your bedroom. He placed you on your bed, made you lay down and he stood there looking at you, he said;

“ take of your jeans “ You obeyed and slowly undid your button to your jeans and started to roll if off your hips but the moment Juice noticed your black laced underwear he took over. Once your jeans were off, Juice rubbed both his hands up and down your legs to your inner thighs, causing you to spread your legs for him. He started to kiss, and nip at your inner thighs making you gasp and lick your lips, he kissed and teased you through your underwear. Feeling him touch and kiss you through your panties was turning you on, you wanted to feel him now, you beg for Juice to touch you. He pulled your panties off with his teeth, and once they were off. He kissed and licked you making you moan his name, your hands clawing at the bed sheets, your back arched, your legs wanting to close but Juice holding onto them.
Juice looking up at you, loving the view reached up to squeeze your breasts and you pulled him up to and you rolled him over onto his back. He was surprised but was completely turned on by how you took control, you looked at him with such lust in your eyes, you kissed him from his lips, to his neck and slowly made it to his chest and stomach causing him to growl with pleasure, he wanted to sit up but you said;

“ no baby, lay there. my turn to take care of you “ Juice bit his lip and laid back down, you undid his jeans and pulled them off, the budge in his pants was quite impressive and you teased him a bit, holding it and rubbing it through his boxers. He was groaned and you pulled out his hard member, kissing and licking the tip making him want you more, you took his member and placed it in your mouth and started to suck slowly. You took more into your mouth soon enough you had his whole member in your mouth and you were driving Juice insane. Juice was grabbing a chuck of your hair and moving along with your rhythm, he moaned;

“ fuck, y/n “ He’s head was back and his eyes were closed, and he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled you up and you straddled him. He grabbed his member and you hovered over him licking your lips and you lowered yourself onto him causing you both to gasp with such satisfaction. His hands gripped your hips, leaving little marks, you moved slowly up and down triggering Juice to move his hips along with yours, you moaned;

“ fuck, your so big babe “ Juice said through a grunt;

“ your so tight baby, shit “ Your pace quickened and Juice moaned and that pushed you over the edge, hearing him being so turned on by you was turning you on even more and you were coming close and Juice felt you tightening around him. Both you and Juice climaxed together, you rode out both your orgasms, you got off Juice and laid beside him on the bed. You rested your head on his chest, his arm was wrapped around your waist and rested on your stomach. You were tracing his chest tatttoos with your fingers, and listening to his heart beat when he broke the silence;

“ that. was. amazing. “ You smiled, and picked yourself up, resting on your elbow and looked at him. He looked at you with a matching smile and you kissed him. Once your lips parted you laid back down beside him. You cuddled, and eventually fell asleep in each others arms. .

Originally posted by loveviral

part 3 coming tomorrow…

Death Wish Pt. 1

My Pathfinder party includes a ranger (Shooty McStabs), a druid (Half-Orc female straight-man to the group), a cleric (White Mage with strange bloodlust), a gnome fighter (The Iron Gnome) and myself, as the barbarian (Junior Viking). Level two, trying to find some ogres (not the best plan) so we can find the corpses of the Vikings (dubious) that were pillaging some places around this town we’re at so we can claim the bounty on them. There’s also a separate bounty on the ogres, but considering we’re level 2, that’s not exactly the best idea. Most of us also rolled shit for stats, so bad that my highest attribute (STR) is 14, after human racial modifiers. Some others got a little better with a max of 15 or 16, which is respectable, in my opinion.

Also for context, our DM’s a bit new. We’re his experimental group as he learns the ropes, and I provide some backup on rules when he needs them. Sometimes we get these massively unbalanced encounters, such as when we were level one, and there was a bandit captain with over thirty health flanked by six of his goons with repeating crossbows. We were all out of healing spells, I was out of rounds of rage and at low health, and one of our guys took an “absent from session” nap. Not a good day, especially considering we needed to get past the bandit captain, there was no sneaking past him, and we didn’t have enough oil or explosives around to let me jury-rig a way past that. I’ve been playing/DM-ing for a little over ten years, so I’ve run the gamut of crazy stories and insane workarounds for things like that.

So we’re strolling up this mountain. The druid and ranger are doing a good job tracking these ogres via horribly bloody prints and mangled scenery, and everybody BUT me is trying to use Stealth. I don’t have D12’s for hit die just so I can be subtle. Druid and Cleric do poorly, the Iron Gnome is a walking can of clunkiness, Ranger Nat20’s it. We can’t even find the Ranger anymore, he’s so beyond our Perception checks. He just leaves notes for us to follow. Then we hear this loud horn. None of us managed to see the OGRE standing at the top of this small hill on this portion of the mountain, so he started calling his buddies. As previously stated, we’re level 2. A single ogre is CR 3. We’re about to get a whole heap of trouble coming our way, and we all know it. We have the teamwork effectiveness of blind mewling kittens, but we’re working together more often.

Saark, my Barbarian, has a death wish. He’s died once before (afore-mentioned bandit captain encounter), and he went to Valhalla. He got resurrected because he still has things to do, dammit, but he also wants to go out in another blaze of glory in combat just so he can go back there and share more stories.

So, this ogre tooted his own horn, and the rest of the party freaked out a bit, since the last time this happened, they ran screaming to town with the Vikings (dubious) sacrificing themselves (also dubious) so the party could get to town, carrying my corpse from the first time I died. Saark, however, could understand what was happening, but he didn’t give an aerial fornication. Instead, he was joyfully pissed.

Initiative’s rolled, Saark went first, ogre went second. Saark raged and charged (standard Barbarian operating procedure, along with Powah Attahk), dealing about half his health in one swing. Ogre got pissed and tried to pick up Saark to strangle him, as he didn’t have a weapon in his hands, and also provoked an attack of opportunity, much to my delight. The second blow killed off the signal-sounding ogre without a hitch.

 So, in less than six seconds, the ogre went from triumphantly trumpeting to fleshy speed-bump. The rest of the party looked on in awe, finally dropping their half-baked plans of stealth and subterfuge against ogres. However, combat was still going on. Saark was still raging, but there’s no other enemies in sight. The rest of the party sort of shrugged as immediately after, three more ogres show up on these messed-up looking warboar things. I think the DM threw them at us like that as a sort of “Fuck you. None of you are getting away this time.” That’s when the DM called the session to a close.

As I said before, we’re all level 2. Prospects are bleak. We don’t even have masterwork equipment yet. This is a curb-stomp battle if I’ve ever seen one. However, it looks like Saark’s going to get his wish, though not before he laughs in the face of death and forces his party to join him in either desperate combat, or glorious defeat.

I’ll update after the next session, when we get around to it, and only if it’s sufficiently entertaining. Meanwhile, keep on chuckin’ dice, all.

Diamond no Ace Marriage Prospects

2. Miyuki Kazuya

The context: He’s 17 years old and a second year student at Seido High School. Born in Tokyo prefecture, he was scouted by Takashima Rei on his first year of middle school. He is the main catcher and captain of the school’s baseball team, bearing the number 2 on his back.

Personality: Miyuki seems to have a carefree and teasing personality on the outside, but upon a closer look things are much more complicated. He has a deep sense of responsibility regarding baseball and his teammates, is realistic and has both feet on the ground; he’s also humble and respects his upperclassmen. Though he is not the greatest at showing affection, he cares about people in his own way. Not just in baseball, he seems to like being in control of the situation and the idea of ‘dump them before they can dump you’ might stick with him, which can be linked to his insecurity regarding relationships.

Home Economics/Cooking:  ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Since he used be alone at home a lot, he learnt how to cook and it’s canon that he’s not a novice in the kitchen. Even though he normally only cooks the basics, he also knows how to make complicated and difficult dishes, so you can definitely expect something a little fancier on special occasions like birthdays.

Socializing:  ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆
He won’t be comfortable in an unknown environment in the middle of unknown people, so perhaps inviting him out of the blue for a family reunion might not be the best idea. Introduce him to family and friends slowly. Miyuki’s very charming and polite when he wants to be, but that may not mean he’s comfortable in his current situation, so you might want to keep an eye on that.

Romance:  ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆
Let’s be honest, he’s not the most romantic boyfriend ever. He most likely won’t surprise you with a candle lit room and rose petals on the ground, and he probably won’t do any flashy pda, but he likes you very much and will try to show it in the little things. He’ll always want you to be happy and comfortable when with him and he pays attention to details. He doesn’t mind holding hands and will probably offer you his jacket if you’re cold.

Family: ?
From what the manga has shown us, Miyuki only has his father and apparently he’s a man who hasn’t been very present in his son’s life, but according to one of Terajima’s tweets, that wasn’t because he didn’t want to, but rather because he spent all his time working. Still, that may be part of why Miyuki has insecurity issues regarding relationships, so any family topics are ones you might want to be careful with.

Competition:  ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
He’s a very popular character in the series, so you’d want to be careful with fans. Besides stealing him for their own ship (see: Sawamura Eijun, Takigawa Chris Yuu, Furuya Satoru, Kuramochi Youichi, Narumiya Mei) they might want to steal him for themselves. Miyuki is a very handsome guy and his complex personality seems to attract a lot of fans, so keep an eye out.

Conclusion: Miyuki is very handsome and smart, and there’s a very big chance he’ll go pro, so you won’t have to live under the bridge. Once he’s sure he likes you for real and wants to pursue a serious relationship with you, he’ll be very emotionally invested in your relationship and that may be both a good and a bad thing. Still, you have a long way before you gain his trust enough for that, so good luck. Treasure him and show him you’ll always support him, but don’t pressure him to do anything he’s not comfortable with.

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Nos. 2 and 5 trains in operation.

The Prospect Avenue Station on the Nos. 2 and 5 Lines.