Years ago, at a family reunion somewhere in Kingman County, my cousin and I grew tired of the related strangers and the comments about the speed of our growth and the need to put a brick on our heads. We found a new object of interest: the train that would whoosh by the edge of the property at random intervals. I had heard from my
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