I stood back to watch the crowds, and as I looked, I felt sick to the gut. These weren't the shabby middle aged people I had assumed. They were all young men and women, in what should have been the prime of their youth - falling in love, wanting to hitch around South America, afire with new ideas - and here they were, shuffling along like tired old people, with the last bit of fight long kicked out of them.
Had they really known that all of them, every single one, was going to die, they would have woken up as though sluiced with a bucket of cold water. They would have told their bosses to shove their stupid jobs. They would have started to talk to each other from their hearts, because nothing could be worse than to go on living like this.
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