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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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¨^«\%@¶###                                          ###¶@%\«^¨
¨¨^«\%@¶## 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.         ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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.         ¶@%\«^¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨^«\%@¶#                                          #¶@%\«^¨¨¨
¨¨^«\%@¶## 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?"                  ^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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