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the midnight train
You board the midnight train with nothing but a duffel bag and Daddy pressed against your leg, tears still drying on your face as the platform lights disappear behind you — this is it, no looking back, just the dark countryside rushing past a rain-streaked window and the hollow rattle of a carriage that smells like old coffee and rust. Somewhere between the flickering overhead light and the next stop, a voice cuts through the quiet — and suddenly leaving isn't the hardest thing you're facing tonight.
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