Train rides are that space between life. When you are in the middle of something in the most literal sense. On your way to somewhere from somewhere. Maybe it’s Christmas morning and no one really talks to one another. Or you sit next to a stranger you have nothing in common with, except that you’re both on the same train to the same place. You can look differently, act differently, and have different lives. All that bonds you to your seatmate is just that. You’re seatmates.
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His regular place, as it always seemed to be these days, was crowded. Wall to wall, people stuffed into tables. “For sandwiches,” he grumbled, knowing he was there for the very same reason.
Every Tuesday for the past year, Ethan followed a routine. A book, a table by the window, a sandwich and a cookie for dessert. Two months ago, some high and mighty travel writer had come in and done a story on the place. The rest was history. Every tourist, visitor or relocated rich person within 50 miles seemed to be packed into the four walls of the Pinewood Sandwich Shoppe on a daily basis.
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