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‘Do you want a cigarette?’ Her strong fingers tore away the cellophane. ‘I started to smoke at Ashford – it’s rather stupid of me.’‘Look at all this traffic – I need every sedative I can lay my hands on.’‘It’s much worse now – you noticed that, did you? The day I left Ashford I had the extraordinary feeling that all these cars were gathering for some special reason I didn’t understand. There seemed to be ten times as much traffic.’‘Are we imagining it?’She pointed to the interior of the car with her cigarette. ‘You’ve bought yourself exactly the same car again. It’s the same shape and colour.’