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The small boy grinned ear to ear, proud to have won the race against his dad. They squeezed their way down the thin center aisle, holding onto seat backs against the train’s rocking motion, and plopped into the empty seats—mom and child across from Mike and dad next to him.
Mike looked at the small boy still beaming over his victory and panting for breath. “Wow, just made it, huh? Did you race your dad?” said Mike.
“Yeah, and beat him too! I always beat him. Johnny says it’s ’cause he lets me win, but it’s a really ’cause I’m so fast,” said the boy.
Mike leaned in, his brow raised in full attentiveness to the boy. “So, where are you going in such a hurry?”
“We’re goin’ to the Men-hatten. It’s a big place with big buildings and stuff. S’pose to be an island, but Dad says we won’t ha
