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We arrived at the station quickly. The sky is overcast this Sunday morning. I pay for my fare and Mr Chen gives me back my little luggage. He greets me with a handshake. He keeps mine in his for a few moments and looking me straight in the eye, he says: “Be happy, dear Madeline!” “Thank you,” I said sincerely. At the mention of happiness, I want to cry. I’m afraid it’s not meant for me. He finally lets go of my hand, gets back in his vehicle and leaves. I enter the station hall looking for the counter to buy my return ticket. Lots of people are already queuing. I get in line and wait patiently. The staff is efficient. It’s moving fast. I barely have time to settle down when my turn is already coming. At the counter, I ask for a train ticket to Beccles. I’m lucky, a train leaves in fift
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