Train of Thought
Once again, a freight train blows its chord as it passes Potter's Station. Hearing something like that everyday, multiple times a day, it begins to fade into the background. You don't think about it until someone else notices.
There's probably some sort of parallel to life there. It's not the kind of thing I choose to worry about. I'll let you figure it out.
There's probably some sort of parallel to life there. It's not the kind of thing I choose to worry about. I'll let you figure it out.
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