The barriers lower once more at Shoreham-by-sea Level crossing. A group of people assemble on opposite sides and read in chorus from pieces of paper. 

A:  I got on the Dart railway to Dublin and I saw the same black rucksack as yours, Adidas.

The girls danced off of the train, erect with skipping steps.

The boy had piercing blue eyes.

I thought the he wore lenses but they were real.

The Japanese boy opposite eyed my muji notebook, and a young man sat independently in his wheelchair on the opposite platform waiting for a train.

He made me think of you.

The next station is Hove.

This is coach number two of three.

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A:  No more daily commute,

No more nine to five,

No more food from M & S

But it's midnight and I feel alive!

The next station is Portslade

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A: This cityscape appeared from the window like a cartoon that repeats its backdrop with a running character in the foreground.

I spoke to no one on the journey expect for the waitress who was handing out bottles of mineral water and packets of pretzels to anyone who wanted them.

The next station is Shoreham-by-Sea

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B:  30º           

170º

zero

45º

300º

260º the French couple talking

25º a strange building

45º less strange

345º three talkers

345º three smokers

The next station is Portslade

Welcome aboard the Southern Service calling at

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B:  A man with a smooth calm face scans for a free seat. His hat is like a tea cosy.

We are now approaching Portslade.

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B:  It is the rhythm of people

Some friendlier than others, some accented

Some a voice you would like to know

'I will see you soon'

It is the broken rhythm of gain and loss

We are now approaching Shoreham-by-Sea