from above you don't realize how deep the ditch is. once you're in, there's no getting out by yourself. intoxication leads you to believe you just have to get that card. what you don't know is that the Northbound train is chugging down the tracks at full speed. you think you can pull yourself when you notice the two bright headlights coming your way. what you don't realize is that your best friend who may leave you bruises after wrestling, mostly because you're anemic, isn't as strong as you'd hope for him to be. the train's at your side now, and you see a young black male running your way. your not so formal attire delays you of reaching the surface quicker then you'd like. but, the two pull you up and drag you across the dirty Brickell metrorail floor. and, at that moment a strong gust of wind blows past you. not any ordinary wind, just the wind from the train speeding past you.
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