They had been emailing back and forth for months.
She was pushing to meet, he not so sure.
She was beautiful - the photograph told him so.
She said he was handsome - the photo told her so.
It was arranged - 12 noon at Euston underneath the clock.
Neither recognised the other - from the photographs they'd sent.
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