Today I was riding Trax in Salt Lake City. I got to the end of the line. A machinated woman's voice came on saying, "This is the end of the line."
Then in a rather mystical voice, she added, "As far as we go . . ." as if we were coming to the end of a long, arduous, and undoubtedly magical journey.
2 comments:
osterozhna...dveri zakrivaetsa....
Maybe if you'd stayed on, you would have entered some sort of vortex. Cool! Try that next time.
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