The mysterious chocolate-coloured beauty (whose name is Deniece) and the young man talk easily together, after persuading the bare-shouldered blonde to change her buffer position, and exchange addresses and phone numbers as the young man talks to her in that rare act of bravado mentioned three stations ago at West Norwood (the train is now at Wandsworth Common, which has also miraculously been newly-shaved).

In the carriage the summer scent of new-mown grass persists, although the rest of the journey is devoid of open land. The new friends talk and breathe summer and talk...and the new-mown grass courses through their veins as they fall in love through the summer days and talk and make love and breathe in deep portions of the sweet, sweet scent of new-mown grass.

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