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Clad in a suit and a windbreaker Backpack on my lap A bag of dirty clothes between my feet I rest my head against the window The smell of newsprint brushed past my nose I could hear the sound of rustling paper At the corner of my eye I saw him preoccupied with the puzzle

I shuffled about in my seat My legs were too long to fold itself neatly in the confined space The abandoned building outside looked grim The train rattled as it went past the fishplate I could feel the vibrations against my head The chatter across the aisle made me lonely I closed my eyes for a moment of darkness

The train came to a stop I gathered my bags and headed for some fresh air I let out a sigh Not sure whether it's of relief or regret I felt the fear boiling within me Wished at some point this journey will come to an end

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