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Old Streetcars I

So there I was in the middle of the night, hiding from the terrible cyclops killer in an old abandoned streetcar. What had just happened? How did I end up here? I couldn't remember, as if I was dreaming. As if life is but a dream. Everything had gone so fast and I wasn't thinking clearly, death creeping closer by the moment. Suddenly I heard a raucous shrill noise that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned around, my heart pounding furiously, and there he was... my dad, telling me we should go visit the bus museum as well.

 

Oh, now I remember... I went to this streetcar museum with my parents during the semester. It wasn't in the middle of the night, but in the light of day. Phew! I'm glad that didn't take a turn for the worse.

 

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Taken on July 28, 2010