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Get on the queue

It is 8.12am. in 18min, we will depart the station. The suitcases are in the trunk of the coach. We are now waiting to get ourselves on board. We are not in straight-line in front of the coach's closed doors. We are sheeps awaiting for the barrier to open to get to the next field where the grass is greener.
This is desire for you. This is hope of getting a nice seat. Fear that you won't be seated next to the window. Petty goals.

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