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Once - travelling by train in Australia - I heard a lonely and brokenhearted woman pour her desperation out on her man (and anyone else who cared to listen). He didn’t say a word or try to comfort her. She cried, cussed and wailed. Nothing seemed to impress him. He finally left and sat with a mate - they had a chat and a beer. She cried a bit louder for a while, then just sat there… alone. I wonder what kind of life they have now?