You. Yes, you. You with the mud-and-sand-coloured striped jumper. Standing there oblivious. You who are in the way of the people getting off the tube, and the people trying to get on the tube, and the people walking down the platform. In the way of me. You the unperturbed man-island that the commuter waves are flowing around, jostling each other and squeezing past you, how can you be so unaware and so in the way?
It’s kind of impressive, actually.
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