11″(Year 1889: you are traveling via train from London to Dover to see family members. The first class train was packed, so you decided to find a temporary seat until the train gets less cramped. In the private cart, none other than the Oscar Wilde sits by the window, a newspaper in one hand and a sweet roll in the other) Ah, good morrow to you, dear person. Lost, are you? I pray not, for my train cart is rather empty and some company would do me nicely.
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