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He was going to miss his train.
He had lost track of time in the office, sketching pigeons in top hats as a logo for an insurance company. He pinched his eyes and glanced at his watch which read 5:46.
The dry heat settled like a blanket, stirred occasionally by the uproar of the crowd, no breeze or shade to relieve them from the raw sun.
But they didn’t care, they chanted and cheered all the same.
I will never understand why people nowadays won’t stop prattling on about what they refer to as ‘The Golden Days’. To them, it seems that the past was a fantasy land where the days were longer, the sun shone brighter and times were simpler.