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Like, I'm lying naked on the train track at midnight. 'Chained' to the track would be a better description. I know steel transmits sound better than the air so I hold my ear to the rail, listening. I thrill to the sound of the approaching train, a few k's away. It'll be here in a few minutes.

There's no use struggling. I prepare myself mentally.

My so called 'friends' have deserted me after chaining me here for a joke. Now they've forgotten me.

I can hear the train without putting my head on the rail, now. The steady roar of a diesel-electric locomotive towing 200 trucks of saw logs, sulphuric acid and coal.

I imagine the faces of my friends when they realise what they've done and come back to see the mangled mess.

A brilliant light illuminates the narrow track. I hold my breath.

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