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... rs back in 1892.
We rode in the first-class coach, enjoying its comfortable leg space and the presence of very few passengers. Seated in the rows of two-facing-two seats, we were just another pair of men in Western-style suits.
Triviño sat in front of me, dozing off, his face pressed against the glass pane. The kid wasn't lying when he said he was exhausted.
With nothing to read and no one to talk to, something worse than boredom threatened to set in. As my reflection fai ...
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