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May 2022
Excuse me said the lady with the white frilled blouse and long black skirt, top off with a large white feather on a musketeers hat.
His eyes swept from bottom to top and back again, Yes, said the man in the ticket booth.
The train, steam tumbling out of its funnel was ready to go Pheee Pheee went its cry.
Is that my train said the woman handing over her ticket, I thought I was late!
NO, said the eyes behind the black hat named 'Great Western Railway' your on platform 6, that train is on platform 7.  
O' what time does my train leave?
5 minuets ago:) you are late!
A smile cracked over his face, reveling few teeth.
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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