- If you’ve ever walked through the corridors of Trek Beaters station, I’m sure you will have seen her. She stands huddled against the wall, her feet surrounded by bags of red carnations. Occasionally a man will stop and you’ll see her faces light up in hope, then a thin smile forms on her lips as she hands him a carnation, takes his money and passes over the change. I’m sure you’ve seen the sadness in her eyes. Her name is Emily, and this is her tale.
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