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The young man is inwardly annoyed at the bare-shouldered blonde who
comes between him and his unrequited passion, and curses her mentally
as the train gathers Summer. Eyes, closed, the young man breathes summer deeply into his body, feeling its special oxygen enrich his blood and renew his distressed spirit. Heeding nothing else, he breathes deeply…he coughs. |
speed then nearly as quickly loses
its horizontal momentum as it reaches the almost obligatory stop at the
junction outside Balham. To one side of the track a newly-shaved Tooting
Bec Common; a cool breeze wafts into the open-windowed carriage, carrying
the sweet scent of new-mown grass, a refreshing draught that expresses
all the elements of…|
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