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They waited at a corner bench of the train station under a shadow covered by the overhead roof. Ally sat in a chair reading The Daily Article, listening to the singing birds that flew by. The day was young, while the train was in sight and rode on by the train tracks. People lined up in front of the train giving their tickets to the ticket holder. Jamie and Ally stayed a pew waiting for the other passengers to go on.
“Let’s go honey,” said the husband. They started up the path to the train readying their tickets. Ally carried a rucksack and one suitcase, Jamie comprised himself of only a hiking backpack, with a canteen filled with Dania water. They handed the tickets to the man and got on the train. “Where should we sit?”Ally asked. “How ‘bout over there by the old man and child!” The husband and wife trailed the sits, going through a roar of children. They sat parallel from each other one facing the other.
“Hello there!” the old man said staring at Ally’s eyes. Making sure to keep them locked. He wore a tattered shirt with an oddly colored pair of pants, and a cowboy hat looking wide eyed at her. “Hello, are you headed into to town too?” she felt her side, scraping away the tedious itch. “Yes, yes I am,” he tasted his lips tugging the youngsters shoulder. “This is my grandchild, Edward,” he shone his face to them. “I love candy and popsicles,” the little boy said. He sat on the seat, curling himself into a ball murmuring something.

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