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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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###£@$/~:¨ We Were Going  South  Through Finland At ¨:~/$@£###
##£@$/~:¨¨ The   Time,   Sleeping  Close   To   The ¨¨:~/$@£##
###£@$/~:¨  Furnace, Watching The Aurora borealis.  ¨:~/$@£###
##£@$/~:¨¨  Twenty-Something Members Of The Crew,   ¨¨:~/$@£##
###£@$/~:¨ Most  Of  Which   Were   Mechanics,   Or ¨:~/$@£###
##£@$/~:¨¨ Loaders,  With  Large  And  Hairy  Hands ¨¨:~/$@£##
###£@$/~:¨ That Could Swallow My  Entire Body.  And ¨:~/$@£###
##£@$/~:¨¨ Me  Featuring  As  The Cute And  Asocial ¨¨:~/$@£##
###£@$/~:¨ Radio  Operator,  Stationed In  The Back ¨:~/$@£###
##£@$/~:¨¨    Of The Kilometer-Long Train, Which    ¨¨:~/$@£##
###£@$/~:¨         Served Me Good And Well.         ¨:~/$@£###
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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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###£@$/~:¨ When  I  Fall  Awake  In The  Afternoon, ¨:~/$@£###
##£@$/~:¨¨ Karl  Is  There,  Smiling  At  Me.  "Hey ¨¨:~/$@£##
###£@$/~:¨ Boy,"  He  Says, "Wanna  Help Me Make  A ¨:~/$@£###
##£@$/~:¨¨                  Call?"                  ¨¨:~/$@£##
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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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