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Friday |
| I wasn't supposed to see this, and
neither--by extension--should you have. Something caused the train to be delayed by almost four hours. I didn't care. Once I settle into my seat I stop keeping track of time. Instead of rolling into Chicago in daylight I saw my third sunset since Seattle. I'd call that a bonus. It wasn't as nice for Sarah, sad to say, who'd gone straight to Union Station after a day of leaving-town errands and hadn't had a chance to check the status and thus ended up haunting the area like a whaler's wife on a widow's walk. |
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