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####&†^~-, Orange-Clad Train-Climber Crew, Moving ,-~^†###
###&†^~-,, Along The Rusty Cargo Cars Like Some ,,-~^†##
##&†^~-,,, Species Of Ferrophage Insect. Up And ,,,-~^†#
#&†^~-,,,, Down The Train, Checking Bolts, Oiling ,,,,-~^†
##&†^~-,,, Joints, Drinking Coffee, Smoking ,,,-~^†#
###&†^~-,, Cigarettes. ,,-~^†##
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###&†^~-,, ############################## ,,-~^†##
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#&†^~-,,,, We Were Going South Through Finland At ,,,,-~^†
##&†^~-,,, The Time, Sleeping Close To The ,,,-~^†#
###&†^~-,, Furnace, Watching The Aurora borealis. ,,-~^†##
####&†^~-, Twenty-Something Members Of The Crew, ,-~^†###
###&†^~-,, Most Of Which Were Mechanics, Or ,,-~^†##
##&†^~-,,, Loaders, With Large And Hairy Hands ,,,-~^†#
#&†^~-,,,, That Could Swallow My Entire Body. And ,,,,-~^†
##&†^~-,,, Me Featuring As The Cute And Asocial ,,,-~^†#
###&†^~-,, Radio Operator, Stationed In The Back ,,-~^†##
####&†^~-, Of The Kilometer-Long Train, Which ,-~^†###
###&†^~-,, Served Me Good And Well. ,,-~^†##
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#&†^~-,,,, And Then One Night, There'S A Missile. ,,,,-~^†
##&†^~-,,, We Would Routinely Pick Up New Cars At ,,,-~^†#
###&†^~-,, The Tail, And Drop Some Off, As A Way ,,-~^†##
####&†^~-, Of Earning Some Extra Money. But A ,-~^†###
###&†^~-,, Missile, And Appearing Silently In The ,,-~^†##
##&†^~-,,, Middle Of The Night At That? Not ,,,-~^†#
#&†^~-,,,, Entirely... Comfortable. ,,,,-~^†
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###&†^~-,, I Call It In On The Walkie-Talkie. Not ,,-~^†##
####&†^~-, Many Others Awake, They Know Nothing ,-~^†###
###&†^~-,, About It, And Appear Concerned As Well. ,,-~^†##
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#&†^~-,,,, ############################## ,,,,-~^†
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###&†^~-,, When I Fall Awake In The Afternoon, ,,-~^†##
####&†^~-, Karl Is There, Smiling At Me. "Hey ,-~^†###
###&†^~-,, Boy," He Says, "Wanna Help Me Make A ,,-~^†##
##&†^~-,,, Call?" ,,,-~^†#
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##&†^~-,,, After He'S Brought Me Coffee, I Dial ,,,-~^†#
###&†^~-,, The Frequency From His Notebook, And ,,-~^†##
####&†^~-, After A While There'S A Reply In ,-~^†###
###&†^~-,, Pan-Slavic. Karl Laughs And Makes A ,,-~^†##
##&†^~-,,, Reply In The Same Language. Even Though ,,,-~^†#
#&†^~-,,,, We Both Have Headphones I Can'T Follow ,,,,-~^†
##&†^~-,,, At All, But I Hear The Word "Missile" A ,,,-~^†#
###&†^~-,, Few Times. ,,-~^†##
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###&†^~-,, I'M Almost Snoozing Again At The Time ,,-~^†##
##&†^~-,,, Karl Puts Down The Headphones And Slaps ,,,-~^†#
#&†^~-,,,, Me On My Back. "Allright Boy. I Just ,,,,-~^†
##&†^~-,,, Sold A Missile." He Practically Beams ,,,-~^†#
###&†^~-,, At Me, Teeth Filed Sharp. "Wanna Make A ,,-~^†##
####&†^~-, Detour?" ,-~^†###
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