I am at a train station waiting to meet Delia for the first time. Someone else is with me. I am nervous. The train station reminds me of Brighton station. I watch people get off the trains. An Asian woman - is this her? I know she said her ancestors were Phillipino. No, this is not her. There is a feeling that this has all got out of hand.
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