Sprinting To Be Devoured

Leisurely strolling up to the West End Marta station, riding style broomstick. I entered the gate, hearing the whistle of a train approaching. Summoning panther powers, i hoisted my pony cross my shoulder, slowly began to climb up. Was ready to give up but heard a foreign-familiar voice behind me.

“Lets get it big brother”

My got time activated. Instantly, no questions needed. And that’s exactly the spirit that’s needed I suppose.
Cause we made the train, the entire band of us. I know because we held the door for each other making sure of it.

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