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He casually glanced at the clock. It was time. He brushed his sandy hair out of his eyes and squinted to see the depot. No one was around. So much for friendship. He picked up his bags and headed to the train. The whistle blew signally the five-minute mark. His eyes watered, but he tried to blame it on the steam and smoke from the train. Deep down he knew he would miss them. Too bad he couldn't say good bye.