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September 4, 2008
Just a few seats ahead of me, there’re some girls squealing about the hilarity they just encountered; a ticket conductor informing them that smoking in the station is forbidden. One of them suggests that they should have continued nonetheless, after all, he was on the other side of the track and they could have easily gotten away; what could he have done to stop them lighting up? The others fall about at this, for they are such rebellious little ones, or so they’d have the whole carriage believe. I doubt admiration is what they crave, more likely they’d detest that.