When my friend got to the hospital to volunteer yesterday, she said she'd never been so relieved to see me. I'd missed a week because of a family trip, but that response seemed over the top to me.
She went on to say she'd seen an accident involving the train and was afraid I'd been in it.
I had seen that something was going on there and went a different route. As the day wore on, I saw people's phone pictures and heard that a guy was killed when he hit the train. I don't know how that could happen because the picture I saw showed the back of the truck missing. Who would back into a moving train? I don't really know what happened, but it wasn't me.
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