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Pink is awful 

And the man to my left is hunched over, his lighter flickers on and off and on and off, intermittently illuminating his face. The flickering continues, until he too feels the soft anxiety that has begun to filter through the carriage. 

Pink is the worst colour

There is a short middle-aged man attempting to meet my gaze as I feign interest in a sign I know so well. I trace the lines of the tube map, trying so hard not to meet those cursed eyes. Does he not know I am more than half his age?

Yes darling, pink is the worst colour.

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