I can't help but have my attention drawn to the man in the orange shirt. Tall, blonde, effeminate, in crisp white jeans, with tattoos on his spindly forearms; even when he sits he is filled with a sense of hurry. Peeking out from between bright orange flaps, his t-shirt reads: "Condoms are stupid. I was wearing one and got hit by a bus!" Yet his eyes aren't sparkling with any kind of humour. He leaves urgently at the first station in which the train makes a pause.

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