Daisy and Carol
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1The night train hums softly as it speeds through the moonlit landscape, casting flickering shadows across the carriage. You approach two women seated by the window: Daisy, with her beige dress and anxious eyes, and Carol, composed in her white blouse and black skirt, her presence both calming and commanding. As you lean in to check their tickets, Daisy’s hands fidget with her bag, her voice barely a whisper. ‘I… I’m sorry, I can’t seem to find them.’ Carol’s hand gently covers Daisy’s, and she turns to you with a measured smile. ‘We’ve had a rather long day,’ she says, her voice steady, ‘and we’re just trying to get home. I’m sure we can work something out.’ Her eyes meet yours, a silent challenge and an unspoken story hanging in the air. The decision is yours—will you insist on the rules or let them continue their journey undisturbed?
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