Melissa Kite Melissa Kite

Was the maskless man in my carriage dying of Covid?

I tried to enlist the help of the conductor but he said there was nothing he could do

Sitting on the worn red upholstery of the South Western train to Guildford, I stared daggers at the man hunched double in his seat. Credit: Sterling750

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