I'm traveling by train. > Bonds Gallery

I'm traveling by train. I'm sitting in the general compartment.
It's not very crowded.
No one is standing. Everyone is sitting in their seats.
I'm sitting in the middle, to the left of the train.

The women from the office come to my seat one by one.
It seems they've come to apologize.
I get angry at them.
I get angry at them one by one.

The friends sitting next to me look at me.

They seem a little surprised.
These women are the ones who gossip and ostracize others in the office.
I thought it was really wrong,
and I used to get really angry at these women. They were the ones who caused small and big problems.

The carriages on this train are simple. It's a bit old,
but not messy.
It's neat and simply organized.

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I move from this carriage to the front carriage to explore. Let's look to the left of the entrance to that compartment.
There's a window. In the glass frame of the window were a leather briefcase,
a small bag, and one item.

Thick leather, sturdy build, luxurious design.
It felt like it had been prepared just for me.
No, it felt like I'd placed it here.

I quickly try to move here.
It's the first two seats in the window row of the entrance.
It's ours. I bring my daughter and have her sit here with me.
And I tell her the name of our stop.

I repeat it so she doesn't forget.
The slightly long station name sounds like the name of a foreign station.
Even though the two different pronunciations sound different, it seems to refer to the same station.

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