Grey Day It's a grey day. Steam hangs over the olympics stadia and the only sounds are the rustle of fidgeting clothes and the exaggerated words spoken into glowing phones. Enforced, unwanted eavesdropping, half peeks into the lives of strangers. They are testing the floodlights, sparkles behind the giant iron DNA before returning to grey. What does it all mean? On the train again.
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