You are our daily companion. We stand, sway, jostle and lurch. We don’t notice the views you provide as we hurtle past – back gardens with paddling pools and washing lines. At the hub of the City you disgorge your reluctant cargo. Like ants we scurry to our offices, returning hours later to our favourite carriage for the journey home.
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