The train galloped along. I’d long ago lost count of the
number of times the train chugged, but the scenery was unchanged. It had been
nothing but moors for hours. The other passengers towered over me, men with
long, waxed moustaches and stiff suits. After briefly acknowledging one
another, and ignoring me, they’d shaken open large newspapers and I hadn’t seen
any of their faces since. The lunch cart came and went, ignored by the men, and
I ate the sandwich my mother had prepared for me. Not sure what else to do, I
leaned against the window and sighed.
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