Lost, a man stands at the train station and lights a cigarette.
He wears old jeans and a Yale sweatshirt.
He looks North.
No train comes.
He stands, smoking, hoping for a reprieve from his dark, cold, listless life and home.
He wears old jeans and a Yale sweatshirt.
He looks North.
No train comes.
He stands, smoking, hoping for a reprieve from his dark, cold, listless life and home.
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