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A tangle of hands hanging from the bar. One of those occasions when folks squeezing into the carriage have to find any available half-space to wrap their fingers, so, arms cross, fingers stretch and elbows find themselves in ears, in eyes. For Pete’s sake, sort yourselves out, just all let go, untangle, start again. I suspect that I am obsessed with hands. Well, some hands, perhaps. A slimmish, brownish ...

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