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NINETEEN
When I got back to the Holloway Road a tram was just pulling up at the southbound stop. I swung myself on, and despite my narrow skirt almost ran up to the top deck. On this grey, sweaty afternoon it was hot up there under the roof, but once I’d slid as many windows down as I decently could th…
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