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train on one knee and gently turned the face of the girl towards him. Smiling tenderly, he said, “We can go to London another day.” Through the noise of fluttering eyelids and soft hum of trembling lips, the girl slowly nodded her head in agreement. “You’re right,” she admitted, that one stray tear long forgotten on the filthy floor of the carriage. “Come on, quickly.” The girl rose to her feet, cigarette in hand, barely even noticing the fallen apple beneath her, and dashed through the closing doors, her boyfriend following in her wake towards the streets.

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