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Elizabeth had forgotten how mad London could be. The train ride from Cornwall had been easy enough, but the tube was horrendous. It was packed full of commuters and it wasn’t even rush hour. Of course there was no where to sit, so Elizabeth had to grip on to a handrail, feeling every jolt of the train. As she wobbled to and fro, she attempted to open her street map, but after receiving an annoyed look from the man standing next to her, she folded it away and instead watched the stations flashing by.
More and more people were flooding on and Elizabeth was feeling a little panicky. How did people do this every day? She was used to the calm, open spaces of Cornwall, whereas London was totally crazy and so teeming with people, it was claustrophobic. Thankfully, at the next stop a lo
