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Sitting in her usual spot on the train - the floor in between two carriages - she had her weekly breakfast. She held firmly to the belief that a person needed no more than three meals a week, and this was what she had: breakfast on a Monday, lunch on a Thursday, dinner on a Saturday or Sunday. It may have accounted for her slim figure; 'to die for', pepole often seemed to say. And she nearly had. She smiled conspiratorially to herself, trying to ignore the nagging toothache that was creeping through her right jaw.