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The clattering melody the train wheels sang under my feet was hypnotic. It beat a staccato rhythm against the rails, countering the smooth, blur outside the double-pane window upon which I rested my right temple. The car swayed; gently, then roughly, and gently again. Several tons of steel, aluminum, plastic, wood, and fabric played a cacophonous symphony as it hurtled down the misty California coastline. I watched without seeing, my vision blurred as my mind juggled thoughts of indecision and mortality.
“Is anyone sitting here,” said a voice over my left shoulder. I sat alone in a set of four seats arranged to face each other.
“No,” I responded, leaving my head on the chilly glass.
“Indeed,” said the voice.
Santa …