Islands of houses. Islands of houses dot a sea of crops. Islands of houses dot a sea of crops and whiz past the train. A flashback. A violent bite of the nipple. A flashback. A familiar stabbing pain at the heart. A flashback.
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Of all the things you wished or hoped they'd be the least efficient at, they organize their seating arrangements on the train. Can't even issue standardized tickets.
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