The Guardian -
28 Nov 2019 21:00

Her eyes are swimming in tears. I wish I had responded with a bit more grace or given her a hug A few days ago I'm sitting in a train going down the coast. I can feel eyes on me. It's the woman sitting in the seat across the aisle. I assume she's staring past me to look out my window, but after a while I clock she's staring at me. It's the sort of stare you can feel. I write in my journal for a bit, check Twitter, look out the window. Eventually she speaks. She asks my name then says, "I can't s...
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