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The Pony Engine and the Pacific Express
William Dean Howells: "Once there was a little Pony Engine that used to play round the Fitchburg Depot on the side tracks, and sleep in among the big locomotives in the car-house—” https://americanliterature.com/author/william-dean-howells/short-story/the-pony-engine-and-the-pacific-express
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Kate Chopin’s A December Day in Dixie
"We disembarked at 6:30 am, confronted by an icy blast. But there was Emile Sautier’s saloon just across the tracks, flaunting an alluring sign that offered to hungry wayfarers ham & eggs, fried chicken, oysters & delicious coffee at any hour." https://americanliterature.com/author/kate-chopin/short-story/a-december-day-in-dixie
Breaking Passed Infrastructures of Our Time #breakingpassed #trainstories #infrastucture #gobbletyglitch #somewhereinamerica https://www.instagram.com/p/By1VH2SA9pz/?igshid=1a0s2u1ppr18a
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First train ride after the kiss
I don’t remember how we made it to the train. We were kissing outside the bar, pushed to the wall. Maybe we ran. Second thing I remember is we are sitting in the train, and started kissing again. I was that horny after a long time and maybe for the first time. His kiss was magic. He tasted like sex, love, some exotic fruit from a kinky narnia. He smelt like sex. We were making out in the train. Hands all over. I was pulling him and pushing myself to his seat, but not close enough. I wanted him so badly I could do it in the dirty train toilet. I touched his dick. I never did that making out before. Nothing felt wrong any more. He was hard and all red. He touched me. He whispered, “we will definitely have sex very soon”...
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I was walking in the train station, picking something up at a store before I went to my train. And then right before I walked in the store I locked eyes with this guy, I have no words to describe him because at one hand I didn't have the time to stare at him and at the other hand I don't think it mattered, cause I swear when I locked eyes with him I felt something I have never felt before for a stranger, cause that was what he is. I had never seen him before. I just felt this strange but good feeling and I felt a sense of security at the same time I felt like that glance was so intense that I didn't even dare to smile at him so I walked past him, into the store. He must have felt something too, because I heard him mumble something and that was that. We both went our own ways, to our own trains, to different directions of the country.
