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Oh, that's me.
That's something I know.
The train track. I was a conductor for only a few weeks. And it kept happening. These beautiful women tied to the tracks, I honked my horn, but no one came to rescue them.
Ugh. You can't imagine. I thought, what cowards, where are all the heroes?
Then, realization, what the heck was I doing to save these beautiful women?
He was what I would remember with every other shoulder my nose would press against. I'd be looking for him, a type of man that may be extinct. But I have heard there is a man who still showers with bar soap.
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