The Prisoner - we are number six
December 4th 2007 The faux leather anorak pulled awkwardly over his hands, legs bound with a blue scarf, he sat, painfully, the train swaying from side to side. I couldn't help looking, and he craned his head to look at me. I felt someone else's stare and looked up. Two men, one small and chubby, the other with a long thin shrewd looking stare, standing in the gap between the carriages, taking a deep toke on his
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