A Choice of Three - Alex Turner
He wasn't going to think twice about disposing of me, especially considering then he'd get the chance to sit with you. Though his hiking boot-march through the carriage was rather revolting, it wasn't this that made my hands tense up into sour claws of nausea. It was the way he said it. "You're in my seat." No "excuse me," no polite uncertainty, just the rigid, hideous fact.
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