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It was dark and cold. Sam and I were in Thomaston, and I was driving a boxcar around. Eventually we took it to some train tracks, and it was all of a sudden a very small box with wheels that would fit on the tracks. Then Kevin showed up with his own little ride, and Sam had nothing. She wouldn't go to find her own, or make her own, so I had to take out a sharpie, and by force of will, I had to draw her one. She complained that she wanted it tied on really tight to mine, so she wouldn't get lost - even though she was in the front, and she was on train tracks. So I drew wheels and a seat for her.
Then I woke up.
Then I woke up.