You had a short beard and a big holdall. You sat down next to me on a bench at Dover Priory, and we both caught the 21:49 train, where you ended up choosing a seat on the same row as me. I got off at Ashford International, and I heard you on the phone (when you managed to get a signal after Dover) saying you were going to London and something about Cannon Street. There was something about you, and you had a lovely (Northern?) accent. You had earphones in but may have heard me on the phone, too, speak a foreign language. I wore all black, had dark hair and a floral backpack. Would love to hear from you.
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