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When I get back in the car it’s a bus full of strangers, and I can hear a voice over of 
myself telling aunt jane about an old book, I’m so focused on trying to listen to it 
over the sound of people laughing and shouting at each other on the bus that I don’t
realise I’m already off and entering a wooden colosseum somewhere in a forest but I don’t 
stop, I just keep walking for fear of bumping into anyone if I try to head in the wrong direction. 
Before I make the turn into the changing room an old friend that seems to be running the place
walks by, and though he doesn’t recognise me, I ask him how I know what room to get changed in,
I watch his smiling lips move and can’t hear a word.