I hate that sound, I said. About the train horn in the distance, at night. We used to hear that sound in Edmonton, my dad said. Lying in bed. At ten after ten. Same time, every night. Was it mournful? Did you hate it?
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I hate that sound, I said. About the train horn in the distance, at night. We used to hear that sound in Edmonton, my dad said. Lying in bed. At ten after ten. Same time, every night. Was it mournful? Did you hate it?