Emmitt missed the train again. It was not an unusual occurrence. He had a sizeable stretch run to make the 4 o’clock from his location of employment to the station of departure, and any delay would be most troublesome. But, today was fraught with delays and he was resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t make it. He was correct in assuming so, but he did make the attempt, if for no other reason than to condition himself for the sprints yet to come. But at the station, winded and wheezing, chest burning, he came to the realization that there would be no more futile sprints. This would be his last day playing this here-to-fore never-ending game because today it came to an end. Life as he knew it. Here no more.
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