Once every two years the rural town of Middlemarch holds a singles’ ball attracting hundreds of young people from across the country looking for love
As the train chugs across the Taieri Plains, female hips clad in sequins press against male thighs in polyester suits. The carriages sway unpredictably, flinging young revellers randomly together in the narrow aisles.
The men are drunk, but not yet in full casanova mode, and the women – giggly, peacocky, beautiful – scamper out of their reach, smiles stirring faintly with attraction.
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