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You sit there, companionably pretending to ignore everyone else, all the while frantically analysing people's faces, trying to see what they're reading, making up names jobs and families and thoughts and personalities for them, wondering what sort of things they're making up about you, trying to hear their conversations, and you feel like you know them all so well, and then when you get there you grin at the driver who you don't know either and you thank him and then you're gone and it's all over until tomorrow, when there'll be a whole new set of people to analyse.