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Chicago's not safe for me anymore, I thought as I boarded the coal-black steam train. My luggage clanked behind me as I wheeled it into the aisle. Glancing at my ticket, I checked my seat number. Seat 13, I thought to myself. Excellent. I saw the seat in question and slumped into it, my leather baggage trunk sitting in front of me. My grey leather fedora was perched on my head and I removed it as I sat. The conductor strolled down the walkway, collecting tickets and reading off the names of their owners.
At last, he came to my almost-empty row. I handed him my ticket and he read off my name as he punched it.

"Jimmy Rollins," he said, and I nodded my head. My row was last, so the conductor turned on his heel and strode back up the aisle.
"Wisconsin, here I come," I said as the train rolled into motion.
A few minutes later, I was asleep, helped along by the rocking train. I awoke eight hours later and glanced out the window. Pitch black. I grinned as the train chugged on.

We entered Wisconsin two hours later and Hokum the two after that. Hokum was just a border town, and was extremely small, just perfect for a gangster like me. The train chugged to a stop and I exited quickly, my baggage trunk bumping down the steps. I stepped off the platform and onto Hokum's main street, searching for an inn. I stopped a man in the street and asked for directions. He pointed me toward a building at the other end of the street. I thanked him and walked on. The sand-brown building loomed ahead of me as I entered it. The manager looked up and tossed me a key. I tossed her a twenty. Seconds later, I was safe in my room, asleep.

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Chicago's not safe for me anymore, I thought as I boarded the coal-black steam train. My luggage clanked behind me as I wheeled it into the aisle. Glancing at my ticket, I checked my seat number. Seat 13, I thought to myself. Excellent. I saw the seat in question and slumped into it, my leather baggage trunk sitting in front of me. My grey leather fedora was perched on my head and I removed it as I sat. The conductor strolled down the walkway, collecting tickets and reading off the names of their owners.
At last, he came to my almost-empty row. I handed him my ticket and he read off my name as he punched it.

"Jimmy Rollins," he said, and I nodded my head. My row was last, so the conductor turned on his heel and strode back up the aisle.
"Wisconsin, here I come," I said as the train rolled into motion.
A few minutes later, I was asleep, helped along by the rocking train. I awoke eight hours later and glanced out the window. Pitch black. I grinned as the train chugged on.

We entered Wisconsin two hours later and Hokum the two after that. Hokum was just a border town, and was extremely small, just perfect for a gangster like me. The train chugged to a stop and I exited quickly, my baggage trunk bumping down the steps. I stepped off the platform and onto Hokum's main street, searching for an inn. I stopped a man in the street and asked for directions. He pointed me toward a building at the other end of the street. I thanked him and walked on. The sand-brown building loomed ahead of me as I entered it. The manager looked up and tossed me a key. I tossed her a twenty. Seconds later, I was safe in my room, asleep.