Jostling by purplepotter77
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I’d always loved trains, even as a child. I loved the way the wheels trundled past the tracks like thunder and how the plumes of smoke billowed up into the air, disappearing with the scenery. The shrill shriek of the whistle would pierce like lighting, shattering the silence, and everything around it would wake up.
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