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He was wide awake before she could say, Weve arrived in Portland, sir. Youve certainly had a nice sleep.
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The man at the ticket counter said, Might not lift for a few hours, sir. The man on the TV says its a once-in-fifty-years fog. Its amazing when it closes in like this.
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it started to bum off early, youd be stuck on the train. The man laughed, trying to sound hearty. Theres always the lounge. You can have yourself a good breakfast with maybe an Irish coffee or two, .
