Stuff about it being hot, so it was probably hot around this time. Must have been hot at some point. Was it a hot summer that year? What were we talking about on the trains, with strangers, with family? Flashbacks to being a student in the first year in around London on the train, it being dreadfully hot, the train being delayed, I was reading a Kate Atkinson collection of short stories, but this was another time, not 2008 and certainly not 2013. I flinch emotionally to register that these times are certainly not 2013.
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