A freight train broke down further up the line, resulting in signals stopping the train 4 stations earlier, and one before my intended stop.
So I got off and got a lift.
Davo was there at the station, waiting for a mate who was driving down from Castle Hill. (I wonder if it was Turnbull.) He has more piercings than I last remember (ears, chin, eyebrow(s)), and is planning on getting more (nose, tongue, and somewhere that he wouldn't say).
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