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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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