The other day I met this crazy lady on the train.
Well, I didn't actually meet her. I only saw her. But I saw her very well.
To start, I watched her stagger down the carriage as the train snaked through suburbia. Just a dumpy, everyday woman with a crumpled shopping bag curled into each arm.
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