The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The train had been running late for three hours, a fact that I accepted with the weary resignation of a man who had spent the last decade learning that time in this country did not belong to him, but to the engines and the schedules of men who had never known the cold of a border crossing. I sat by the window, watching the grey fields of Ohio scroll past in a blur of brown and slate. My hands...

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