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Train
2004-03-07, 9:18 p.m.

I'm in my room. It's hot outside and the air is stuffy. It was 90 degrees today. I'm listening to the train whistle and hearing it progress down the tracks. I want to be there, with the train, feeling the tracks rumbling beneath my feet, the wind of the approaching train, hearing the whistle as

The

Train

Runs

Into

Me

IMPACT

Why don't I have a normal brain?






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