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‘Hello, I'm on a train’, she said,and it was all encapsuled there,the loud voice baying as we stared,the details of her life laid bare.And while the train sped on ahead,we heard she'd risen at half eight,dressed in her favourite colour, red,spent so long at it she was late,her nails only half done, she said,ate half her toast, a delish pear