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Divided Land - Opinion

From the moment I stepped into the train, I knew that I was in trouble. There were ten or twelve of them, and my reserved seat was right in the middle of their group. Cans of beer stood like spray-painted stalagmites on their tables; their raucous laughter was all but drowning out the conductor’s welcome...

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