The old lady on this train is looking at me, staring at me, she's been doing it since New Eltham, I can feel her eyes on the sweat on my neck. I turn ro catch her out, and she flicks her head back to her book, like she's subtle, but she ain't. I wish she'd just punch me, y'know? The punch I can take, but the look . . . all these frightened half-glances they . . . they just . . .
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