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outside. The kitchen rubbish could go into a bin in the street. He felt so grown-up hurrying to the station. Clutching his ticket in his hand, he walked to the platforms. A uniformed railway employee stood looking up and down the tracks. ‘Excuse me,’ said John nervously. ‘Is this the right place to wait for the train to Victoria station?’
‘It is and it’s on time. Stand back, son. Going back to school?’ enquired the man as he manoeuvred a heavy metal trolley.
‘Yes!’ lied John. ‘But first I’m meeting my mother at Victoria for breakfast.’
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