Coming back from my weekend away, I was rushing to get on the train. I had that glorious feeling of having spent the day in the sun, all sweat and sunburn, and then hitting the aircon of convention. I like the contrast between the outdoor world of skin and the function and blandness of the train station. I got on the train, assigned seating this time, and took my time getting settled. I said 'hello' to the elderly lady seated next me then dove into the last few pages of Heather O'Neill's Lullabies for Little Criminals (2006).
When I had finished my book I put it down and was ready to make conversation with my seat mate but I noticed she was reading a religious pamphlet hidden between the pages of a paperback.
That stopped me in my tracks.
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