A oneside conversation, overheard on the train (this is fictional).
Yeah it’s me…oh I don’t know, yes I caught the right train, but we’ve stopped at Hornsby, I’m going to be late…I don’t know what time I’ll get home…I said I-don’t-know…well I’m not going to make it to dinner, I’m still at Hornsby…no its not…I didn’t do this on purpose, some idiot jumped in front of a train…I know the family will be waiting, just start dinner without me…why cant you just start it? You don’t need me to set the table, get the kids to do that…I’m sure you know how to peel the potatoes, no…just…oh get a grip, you pick up the peeler and slice it along the potato, just do it…yes you can…yes you can…look its not my fault some guy wanted to kill himself, maybe I should do the same [Click].
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