I see you in the morning on the train from East Kilbride, you get on at Clarkston.

You have dark hair and dark eyes and a white slidey mobile…I have a dictaphone.

The glow of your tan brightens up my day, the speed at which you type impresses me and yet I worry because you never wear a coat.

Shall we go coat shopping? My treat Get in touch.

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