A man on the same mrt train section as I went with me from Dhoby Ghaut to Harbourfront. He was middle aged, paunchy. Not one you would call 'chipper'. We reached the last stop of the North East Line and everyone left. I slowly packed my book into my bag - the train at the last stop waits long before leaving - and noticed he was still just sitting there. He stayed in the train, other people got on, the train went off.
Odd.
Think he's still there?
Daisy Daisy
give me your answer do
I'm half cra zy
all for the love of you
It won't be a sty lish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
-Zan
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