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The train swayed and rumbled in the heat of July. Stately mansions appeared dull through rain-pocked, dirt-streaked windows, and the rhythm out of Philadelphia mesmerized mind-worn workers. The commuter stops were like a religious litany offered up by an old woman who passed her rosary beads between her knobby fingers, counting endless Hail Marys.


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