A/N: Hi there! Coming back from vacation has been sooooo rough. RL can really bring you down...work ugh, and I marked the 20-year anniversary of my own mother's passing yesterday. It's been a little rough and diving back into this story has been my reprieve. Two glasses of wine and writing last night helped me through. I am working hard on the next chapter but it has truly vexed me! I hope to post it this weekend - if I can work out the storyline to all of your expectations. I've re-written it a few times and am getting close. I love your questions. I have so enjoyed emailing with people from Italy, the US and who knows where else! That part is so very cool to me. Please write me. (Comments or PMs) I love it and it helps me with the writing... so now onto ODC and JP.
My Spanish is pretty weak so I have relied on google translate to help me here. I do think it would be inauthentic if Lizzy didn't communicate with her parents in their native tongue but have included translations... Happy reading!
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Lizzy spent the rest of Tuesday pondering whether it made sense for William Darcy to join her when she went to see her parents. She was very uncomfortable with the idea but also recognized the wisdom of the advice Professor Gilpin had given her. The idea of questioning her parents made her uncomfortable and William had a presence that might keep her papa from trying to use humor to avoid her questions as he was inclined to do. Picking up her phone she flicked through her contacts to locate William's details.
EB: Can you join me for a ride to JP on Thursday afternoon?
William was sitting in his condo finishing up his review of a private equity fund that he was contemplating an investment in for Georgie when his phone buzzed. Scanning the text, a smile broke across his face.
WD: Thursday works. What time?
EB: Meet 1:30 Holyoke Center ABP?
WD: Works for me. Have a good night. CU Thurs.
With that settled, Lizzy felt a small amount of relief. Every decision seemed to be hard to make and weighed her down. Tomorrow, she vowed, she would focus only on school and wouldn't worry about Thursday until it came.
It was a cold, bright day as Lizzy quickly crossed the Yard on her way to meet William Darcy. When she arrived at the Au Bon Pain she found Darcy already there, with two cups of coffee and two chocolate chip cookies in hand.
"I thought that you might like a snack for the ride." Darcy offered.
"Thanks. I think I have some cash in my backpack. Let me get it out." Lizzy said as she started to unzip her bag.
"No, please. It really isn't necessary." Darcy said. He watched her as she continued to remove her wallet from her backpack. "Seriously, please don't pay me back. It's really nothing."
"Maybe to you it's nothing but it matters to me." Lizzy responded as she pulled out three singles and started to hand them over to Darcy.
"Boy, you really are stubborn aren't you? I'm not taking your money and I can be just as stubborn." Darcy said as he picked up his coffee and cookie and started to walk towards the door.
Lizzy stared after him. She found this entire situation awkward enough and now he was making it worse. They needed to set some ground rules or else this wasn't going to work. She shoved the $3 back in her wallet, zipped up her backpack and followed Darcy, coffee in hand, out the door. "William! Will. Please stop a minute. We need to talk." Lizzy said, once he had slowed down and paused. "We need to get on the same page here. I really appreciate your help and your willingness to accompany me for this discussion with my parents. But you need to understand some things. This is really awkward for me and you buying me food just makes it worse."
William looked at her completely confused. How was she going to explain this to him?
"Look, I've always been a very independent person and I don't feel comfortable relying on others. I never have. Having others involved in my problems is very hard for me. I'm usually the one solving the problems." She looked up at him with her arms crossed and standing tall. He could believe that she hadn't relied on anyone before. This afternoon, as she confronted him, she looked strong. That was the Lizzy who had first intrigued him: eyes flashing and a look like she could conquer the world.
"It was just coffee and a cookie, but if you want, you can buy my t-pass as payback ok? Then we'll be even." She smiled up at him and he thought the world hadn't looked brighter.
"Thanks for listening. I appreciate it." Lizzy added.
They walked down to the t-station, Lizzy leading the way. "So, have you ever been to JP?" she asked.
"No actually. I have to admit that after all these years at Harvard I feel like I've existed in a little bit of a bubble. I've spent time in Beacon Hill and Back Bay, and of course Cambridge and Somerville. I'm looking forward to seeing a new neighborhood." William offered.
"Well, JP's interesting. It's changed a lot over the 20 years I've lived there. It's become quite gentrified and hip but there are some parts that have held tight to their roots. My neighborhood is a mix of Latin, Italian and Irish immigrant families with young professionals sprinkled in. It's quite different from Back Bay or Beacon Hill." Lizzy responded.
"Are you feeling ok about the conversation you need to have this afternoon?" William asked.
"To be honest, I'm more nervous about having you in JP, in my home, meeting my family, than about the conversation right now." She admitted.
It had never occurred to him that she might feel that way. "Why?"
"Well, I've never brought anyone from my Harvard life to my home. It's just that sometimes I feel like I live two completely different lives: the one on campus and the one in JP. When I get on the train, I have to transition from one to the other. Bringing someone from Harvard to my JP life is...well, its kind of scary for me. I haven't seen your condo but I've seen your car and Charlie's place. I sometimes feel like an alien at Harvard, like I don't belong. You'll see."
William sat there pondering this revelation but wasn't sure what to make of it yet. To this point, all he had seen was a teasing, bright, and beautiful young woman. He couldn't imagine what she was so worried about.
The silence was making Lizzy ponder her worries so she decided they needed some conversation. "So when I saw you on the train the other night, were you coming from some favorite restaurant or something?" she asked.
"Um, no. My aunt and uncle live near the MGH/Charles T station and I don't like to drive in that part of Boston so I generally take the T when I visit them. I'd just had dinner with them when I saw you."
"Oh, that's nice. I realize I don't really know anything about you besides that you have a sister in Maryland. Do you have a lot of family around here?" Lizzy asked, relieved to have found a neutral topic of conversation.
"Not really, I have three cousins who grew up splitting their time between DC and Boston. Two of them are living full time in the DC area now. Their sister Rachel is in college. I have another aunt and cousin living full time in Maine. That's pretty much it." William offered.
They arrived at Downtown Crossing and walked through the tunnels to change to the orange line. The mix of riders changed and the trains became a little more tightly packed. William looked around and then looked back at Lizzy. She looked a little different now. She slouched a little more and something else he couldn't make out. She almost seemed a little more defensive.
They rode in silence, William watching Lizzy while she seemed lost in her thoughts. About fifteen had minutes passed when she signaled it was their time to depart. Riding up the escalator at Jackson Square they emerged into a scene that couldn't have been more different from when they had gotten on the train in Harvard Square. Lizzy directed him to the right onto Centre Street. Passing uniform shaped brick buildings, William realized he was walking past a group of apartment buildings that comprised a large housing project. They continued walking up the street. Spanish seemed to dominate the conversations and music he heard. Young teenage girls were pushing baby carriages. Small bodegas, spanish restaurants and bakeries were intermixed with cell phone stores, beauty salons, insurance/travel agencies and a tattoo parlor. Lizzy walked with purpose up Centre Street not saying a word to her companion. The scene started to change and they came to a more diverse mix of little restaurants, coffee shops, dry cleaners and churches. They turned around a bend and Lizzy stopped. She stopped at a low grey building housing three businesses: a pizza place, a Spanish bakery and a Mexican restaurant. "Well here it is, my family's restaurant." Out in front, above a green awning was a brightly painted sign, green with yellow letters outlined in red paint, all in Spanish. Little white Christmas lights hung looped under the awning to give the entrance a festive look. The front of the building was covered with wide windows giving passersby an ability to get a full view inside the restaurant. Looking through the windows you could see a tidy restaurant with tables to seat 2, 4 and 8 people covered with red and green plastic tablecloths. Black chairs with red vinyl cushions surrounded the tables and a few customers remained as lunch seemed to be dying down. Taking a deep breath, Lizzy looked up at William. "Thank you for coming with me. Now, let's go around back and up to my house. It's over the restaurant."
William didn't know what he expected when he agreed to go home with Lizzy for this conversation but it certainly wasn't this. They walked up a steep set of stairs to a white door. Lizzy pulled out her keys and unlocked two bolt locks. Wood paneling covered the walls of the entryway, and Lizzy hung her coat up on some hooks next to the front door and directed William to as well. The house was quiet. It was about 2:30 in the afternoon on a weekday so Lizzy's sisters were likely still at school. He should ask her how old they were. He recalled only the age of one of them. As she walked through her home, William followed closely behind, not sure what her plan was. They probably should have discussed that in more detail.
She peeked her head into the kitchen but it was empty. William looked around the kitchen. It was clean and bright and looked like it came directly out of a 70's sitcom complete with dark wood cabinets, a white Formica countertop, and white, gold and orange vinyl tiles covering the floor. Lizzy had already moved onto the living room and William followed her in there. They could hear the television and walked into a large open room, with slightly worn dark green carpet. An oversized TV was mounted on the wall and a long gold sofa sat along one wall. As he was taking in the room he heard a screech.
"Lizzy! Así que después de asaltar de aquí hace casi dos semanas que decida honrarnos con tu presence? (So after storming out of here almost two weeks ago you decide to grace us with your presence?)" Franny Benetez seemed to take up a disproportionate amount of the air and space in the room.
"Buenas dias mama." Lizzy offered.
"Oh qué no Buenas dias mí. No vals aquí después de dos semanas de silencio y luego esperar para desearme un buen día y hacerse con él. (Oh don't you buenas dias me. You don't waltz in here after two weeks of silence and then expect to wish me a good day and be done with it.)" Franny Benetez stopped short as she noticed Lizzy had someone with her. "And who do you have here with you? Finally, she brings home a man." Her mama said, looking over William with a gleam in her eye.
Lizzy blushed from head to toe and William looked to the floor. "Mama," she started. But Lizzy did not get another word out before Francesca Benetez commandeered William's arm and led him to sit down beside her on the gold sofa.
"I am so sorry that Lizzy didn't tell me she was bringing a young man by. I would've had an afternoon snack ready for you. My husband might be the chef but I make an excellent chicken and plantains. But that is the way Lizzy is, always thinking about herself. You'll have to take a strong hand with my girl here. She has a lot of potential and I am sure she would do anything to keep you happy. You just need to tell her what to do." Franny said in a rush.
"Mama. Please!" Lizzy said insistently. She looked over at William with what she hoped was an apologetic look.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Benetez. It's a pleasure to meet Elizabeth's mother. I was actually hoping to meet Mr. Benetez. Is he at home?" William said as he straightened to a stand.
"Oh, of course! TOMAS! TOMAS! Lizzy ha traído a casa un hombre y quiere hablar con tu! (Lizzy has brought home a man and he wants to talk to you!)" Lizzy's mama screeched through the house.
Lizzy couldn't have turned anymore red and could barely lift her eyes from the floor with embarrassment praying that William couldn't understand Spanish. Could her mother mortify her anymore than she had in the span of five minutes? She thought not. Fortunately, her papa entered at that moment.
"Franny, pare el chirrido. Los jugadores en el Fenway podían oír sus grits." ("Franny, stop your screeching. The players at Fenway could hear your yelling.") Tomas Benetez said as he entered the room. He stopped short as he looked at his daughter and then at the tall man standing next to her. "Well, who do we have here mi lucero?"
Lizzy walked over and gave her papa a kiss on the cheek. "Papa, may I introduce William Darcy. He is a friend from school and we'd like to chat if you have some time for us."
"Did you hear that Tomas? He goes to Harvard too. Oh, you finally did something right Lizzy. " Franny interjected.
"Franny, despite all these years of you yelling, I can still manage to hear. Follow me you two." Tomas said and turned down the hall.
"I'll be along with some nice coffee shortly. Lizzy you can help me while your papa gets to know William." Franny not-so-subtly ordered.
"I'm so sorry," whispered a mortified Lizzy. "I'll just go explain things to mama and meet you in papa's office shortly.
"Don't worry about it. I've seen it all before. I'll chat up your dad a bit while you help your mom." William said with a small grin.
Lizzy quickly followed Francesca Benetez into the kitchen to get coffee together while William followed Tomas Benetez into a reasonably sized room next to the living room. The room was lined with bookcases filled with Spanish language and English language titles. A desk situated by the window wall was overflowing with ledgers and a computer that looked to be at least 10 years old. A leather recliner, cracked with use and age was next to a small table with a reading lamp. Two hard wood chairs were in the corners of the room and William walked over to pull them over to a space across from the recliner. Tomas sat down in his recliner and looked over at William.
"So your arrival this afternoon has caused quite the excitement. Especially after Lizzy's departure almost two weeks ago. Are you aware of our issues?" Mr. Benetez asked?
"I'm glad to see you like to get to the heart of the matter. Yes, I'm aware of the issues you allude to." William responded. "But, I suggest that we wait for Lizzy before we start speaking of any of these matters."
"A father has his prerogative. What are your intentions towards my daughter? They must be significant if she has shared our issues with you. She is a private girl, strong willed and stubborn as a summer day is long." Tomas directed.
"Sir, I have no intentions towards your daughter. As she said, we're friends and I'm helping her as a result of my work in a legal clinic in Cambridge." William stated.
"Oh, so you think you are too good for our Lizzy do you?" Tomas sneered.
William's head was spinning. What was going on here? "With all due respect sir, I think you are jumping to conclusions which are not helping this situation."
Fortunately, at this moment Lizzy walked in carrying a coffee tray with her mama following closely behind her. "Now Lizzy, place the tray on the bookshelf. I'm so embarrassed that Lizzy doesn't know how you like your coffee. Truly, I did raise her better than that but who listens to their mama anymore. Well of course my others girls all do but never Lizzy. She has always been too good to take my advice and I bet now she wishes she had. Lizzy, watch closely as he makes his coffee so you'll know for next time." Franny could have gone on with this steady monologue if Tomas hadn't cut her off.
"Thank you my dear. Now let me talk to the children and we'll be out in a little while." Tomas said to his wife as he ushered her out the door.
Lizzy handed her papa a cup of black coffee and handed a mug to William as well while she prepared her own coffee.
"Now Lizzy, this man informs me that he has no interest in you. Your mama would be beside herself if she heard such information. So why don't you explain to me why you've brought, for the first time ever, a boy into this home." Tomas asked.
This afternoon was proceeding from one disaster to another and Lizzy thought that she might never be able to face William Darcy ever again.
Lizzy took a sip of coffee and pulled a list of questions from her backback. "Papa, William is helping me with our immigration issues. After we spoke two weeks ago, my school advisor put me in contact with a free legal clinic to help me understand our options. William offered to accompany me this morning as he is a law student who is working on my case."
Tomas shifted uneasily in his chair and then placed a smile on his face. "Mi lucero, what do you need lawyers for? You're overreacting. Everything will be fine in a few years. When Maria is 21 she can sponsor us all. I don't see why you got a lawyer involved." Tomas said with a wave of his hand.
Lizzy was frustrated. It was just like her papa to try to make light of a major issue. She knew she needed to forge ahead and decided on another tack. "Papa, I'm sorry I left so suddenly two weeks ago. You took me by surprise."
"Oh, no need to worry about that. I know how you are. You hear something that you don't like and you need to walk it off or go for a run. I wasn't worried. I knew you'd show up sooner or later." Mr. Benetez responded. He took a breath and continued, "Besides, I was probably overly dramatic when I told you. You took me by surprise too but then I thought more about it and realized that the NY Times isn't going anywhere. They'll still be there in a few years."
William was incredulous. He wasn't sure what to say to Lizzy's father. How could he brush this off so easily? He looked over to Lizzy not sure what she wanted him to do in this situation. Of all of the scenarios he was prepared for this wasn't one of them.
She tried again, "Papa, can you just answer a few questions for me."
"Of course, mi lucero. I'm always here for you. What do you want to know?" he answered.
"Papa, do we have any family still in Mexico? Are you in contact with them? Do they know about our life in the US?" Lizzy thought she might start with the easier questions to get him talking.
"Oh no. We haven't spoken to anyone in Mexico since my own mama died ten years ago. Your mama has a brother and a sister in Mexico but we haven't spoken to them since before we left. No. There is nothing for us in Mexico. Our life is here." Tomas said.
"Mr. Benetez, it would be helpful if you had any documentation for Lizzy. Her passport or birth certificate perhaps?" William asked.
"Oh, I'm sure I have those documents somewhere in this room." he responded.
"Papa, do you have a plan if we're discovered? What about my sisters? What would happen to them?" Lizzy tried again.
"You're too worried. We've been here for twenty years and nothing has happened yet. And if the worst happened, the girls would be fine. The Lopez' will take them in and the restaurant and house are in Maria's name anyway."
"So papa, what about me? For when I graduate? What will I do?" Lizzy asked.
"Oh, Lizzy. You worry too much. You're a smart girl. I'm sure you'll figure something out and if not, you can always work here at the restaurant." Her papa responded.
Lizzy looked over at William and saw a hard look on his face. He was probably disgusted at her mother and father. Not a sensible word had come out of either of them all afternoon and she regretted bringing him along to witness their behavior. How had she deluded herself that they might have a rational conversation?
William was trying hard to think of a way to rescue this visit and get Lizzy out of this insane asylum. He couldn't think of anything productive to add, short of shaking her father and trying to knock some sense into him. "Mr. Benetez, it's important for Elizabeth to have access to her documents. Can you point us in a direction where we might locate them?"
"Oh, all right. Lizzy, creo que tu encontrarás en la caja fuerte. Tu sabes la combinación." ("Lizzy, I believe you'll find them in the safe. You know the combination.") Tomas said with a sigh.
"Mr. Benetez, while Lizzy is looking, can you tell us a little about your crossing? How you came to Boston?" William asked.
"It's pretty simple actually. We came to America on vacation. Went to New York City to see the Statue of Liberty and Empire State Building. We did all of those things, then hopped on a train to Boston and never left. It's a simple as that." Tomas quipped.
"But why Boston?" William asked.
"Our neighbor, Jose Lopez and I grew up together in Oaxaca. Franny and I were visiting him and his new wife Juliana and we decided, what the heck, let's stay. It was certainly safer than it was in Oaxaca at the time. I started working in a local restaurant as a cook. When Maria was born, Lizzy's abuela sent me some money from having sold our restaurant back home and we bought this place. Been here ever since." Tomas answered.
William felt better in at least getting the man to talk. He was hoping that this information was in some way helpful. Intent is important and it didn't seem like they intended to stay in the US when they first came.
By this time, Lizzy had walked back over with some documents in her hands. She unfolded them and saw what looked to be her birth certificate and passport. She thumbed through the passport and saw the stamp welcoming her to the US - twenty years ago.
"So papa, when you came to the US, you hadn't planned to stay?" Lizzy asked.
"Nope but once we were here it just seemed to be too much trouble to go back. You had a terrible time on the flight to New York, crying and screaming the whole way. Your mama's nerves were terrible during that trip and when we got to Boston you seemed to settle down so we figured we would stay." Tomas said with a chuckle.
They began to hear voices out in the hallway and Lizzy realized her sisters must have gotten home from school. Time for them to exit before they got roped into staying for dinner. She needed to be alone to process this afternoon. It had been a bit much and she couldn't fathom suffering through a family dinner with William there.
"Papa, we should get going. William and I both have classes tomorrow that we need to prepare for." Lizzy said.
"Oh tú no me engañas pequeña Lizzy. Estás tratando de evitar quedarse a cenar. Pues buena suerte para salir de la casa sin su madre tratando de precisar el rendimiento. Me quedaré oculto aquí." ("Oh you don't fool me little Lizzy. You're just trying to avoid staying for dinner. Well good luck getting out of the house without your mama trying to pin you down. I'll just stay hidden in here.") Her papa chided.
Lizzy looked over at William, a look of resignation on her face, and then headed to the door.
William was frustrated. They hadn't really accomplished much, well, aside from getting her documents. Lizzy was no closer to a solution and her father didn't seem to get it. This was her life they were playing with. He needed to say something. "Mr. Benetez, thank you for your time this afternoon and for humoring our questions. There is one thing you should know. My professor and I have advised Elizabeth that if we find a way for her to be here legally, and she chooses to pursue it, the INS will likely try to come and find you. I just want you to be prepared." William said and then turned and left the room.
Lizzy stared at William, then looked at her papa. For once her papa had nothing to say in reply. She walked over and gave her papa a quick kiss on the cheek. "Te amo papá. No seguros de cuándo a estar de vueltas a casa después. Enviaré un mensaje Maria, ok." ("I love you papa. I'm not sure when I'll be back home next. I'll text Maria, ok.")
"Cuídate mi lucero" ("Take care my little bright star.") Tomas whispered as she walked out the door.
"Oh good. You're all done. Lizzy come into the kitchen and introduce your man to the girls. I know they'd like to meet him." Lizzy had long ago surmised that Franny Benetez must have sensors on her husband's office to know the precise moment the door is opened.
Lizzy walked into the kitchen and gave her sisters a quick hug which none of them seemed to appreciate.
"Oh look who we have here. Miss high and mighty... and are you planning to take over my shifts for the next two weeks to make up for ditching for the past few?" Lilia chided. Katerina started giggling and Maria rolled her eyes.
"Hi guys. I'm sorry that I haven't been around much. There have been some issues that I'm trying to solve and I won't be able to be home for a little while." Taking a breath, Lizzy turned to make the introductions, "William, these are my sisters, Maria, Katerina and Lilia. Girls, William's a friend from school who is helping me on a project. We needed to ask papa some questions for the project but we need to head out now. I'm sorry we can't stay but we need to get back to campus."
Maria stood up, gave William a once over and said a quick, "Nice to meet you," before bolting from the room. Katerina and Lilia quickly followed and could be heard laughing in the living room. Lilia's distinctive voice could be heard from the next room, "How'd she get him? He's hot!" If they thought they were being quiet they were wrong.
Lizzy hoped and prayed that William hadn't overheard them but couldn't stop to think about it before her mama launched in again.
"Now there is no way I'm letting you take this man away without feeding him. He needs to know that the Benetez women know how to take care their men." Franny said starting to pull on William's arm.
William looked at Lizzy with an expression that was completely unreadable. Lizzy was so stunned by the whole mortifying experience that her brain was simply screaming 'Run Lizzy, Run!' Before she could get a word out she heard William graciously say, "Mrs. Benetez, I apologize but truly I will have to take a rain check. I promised my aunt I would meet her tonight and so we truly do need to be going. I hope you understand." He then reached over, took her hand, and kissed it. Before her mama could open her mouth again, he grabbed Lizzy's hand and pulled her out the door.
William was pretty proud of how he had handled the situation but when he looked over at Lizzy he saw that she had completely shut down. The light, which usually brightened her eyes, was gone and her face was drawn. He wasn't sure what to do so he simply took her arm and started leading her back towards the T-station.
Lizzy was lost. She was mortified by her mother and sisters and was dumbfounded by the nonchalance her father had displayed throughout their discussion...until William had thrown that bomb at the end. How dare he say that to her papa! And it was clear he wanted nothing to do with her family ever again. Why would he after that fine display? And why did she care what he thought? She was so confused. Looking over at him, his face was inscrutable. She thought she should say something.
"Um, I didn't realize you had dinner plans. I hope this trip didn't make you late." Lizzy offered.
"Please don't trouble yourself. I don't actually have plans with my aunt. I just um, I just thought it best to say that I did." William said. "I mean, disguise is my abhorrence but…"
Before he could finish, Lizzy jumped in, "Oh, don't worry." 'Of course he doesn't have plans. He just couldn't wait to get away from my house and family fast enough. He'll probably be calling his friends tonight to have a good laugh over my pathetic family and our circumstances.' she thought.
They rode the rest of the time in silence. William was turning the entire visit over in his mind. How could the woman sitting beside him come from that home? How could her father care so little about his daughter that he could make light of her very legitimate worries? What was her mother thinking with all of those negative comments about her daughter? He looked over at Lizzy and was worried that the visit would set her back; that she wouldn't want to do anything. And yet, how could she give up her future for a family that didn't seem to truly care about her? And he didn't know what to make of her sisters. Maybe Professor Gilpin would have some ideas.
Lizzy looked over at William and saw that inscrutable look again. Yup. This is the last time I will ever see him. He'll probably tell Professor Gilpin that it's hopeless and they'll drop her case. Oh well. She should've prepared herself for disappointment from the beginning. She was a fool for thinking there was some possible way through this mess. It was so unfair.
They arrived at Harvard Square having barely spoken 20 words between them. Lizzy grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder preparing to leave. As they got to the top of the escalator she looked up at William, "Well bye. Thanks for um, coming today. If I don't see you, have a nice Thanksgiving." Lizzy offered, her shoulders slumped.
William couldn't stand it. He didn't want her to leave when she was so down. "Can I walk you back to the quad?"
"No, that's not necessary. I'm heading to the library anyway." Lizzy said and turned to walk away.
"Well, I'll see you on Tuesday ok?" William said.
"Yea, maybe then." Lizzy responded.
William stood there watching her and wondering what to do next. Shaking his head he headed out of the train station too.
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