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May 2015
We're driving now.
The engineer is a mile back by the side of the tracks, bleeding.
Igor is shoveling the coal, don't worry, we're comfortable.
We couldn't sit and watch any longer as incompetence went off the rails.
This train stops when we say it does.
Don't hold your breath.
Andrew Tinkham
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Andrew Tinkham  USA
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