As I sit on the park bench in Central Park, busy thinking about life and seeing the rushing train speed into the tunnel, I see some woman sitting in the last compartment waving at me and I gasp. "It can't be, it just can't be...?"
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As I sit on the park bench in Central Park, busy thinking about life and seeing the rushing train speed into the tunnel, I see some woman sitting in the last compartment waving at me and I gasp. "It can't be, it just can't be...?"