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July 17, 2006
The subway barreled in to the old dirty station, but didn't stop. I watched it rush by me. Felt the rush of wind blow my hair. The cars just kept moving as fast as they could go. I was supposed to be on this train. Why wasn't it stopping for me?

Looking out the end of the station, it wasn't horrific when the entire subway plunged over the cliff. Falling down, car after empty car, in to the water. Was it an ocean or a lake? It didn't matter. I was supposed to be on that train. Why wasn't I?