He walked into a blizzard. The wind had a life of its own, throwing the shards of snow like throwing knifes into his skin. The train was like a seductive mistress behind her, beckoning him to come back to her warm embrace. The station was as lonely as an island stranded in the dark Pacific. The train let out a mournful howl, its gears creaking and screeching as it attempted to continue on its journey. There was no way back now, he was abandoned in unfamiliar waters. The wind trickeled through his jacket, whispering against his skin with toungues of ice. He pulled his jacket closer and s

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rosieee over 6 years ago

and then there's mine

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fiwah over 6 years ago

ayyy melaniee

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He exited the train at Buenos Aires.
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