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"Jah the tunnel "Listen If a train cooodbye"

"You're funny," I answered

"Don't listen to that asshole," Shannie cried up ahead, surprisingly far ahead I couldn't see her, though the end of the tunnel was clearly illu

"I ever tell you 'bout the curse of the tunnel?" Count asked I jurabbed hed

Up Yours, I didn't say In the distance I heard a rurasp and stepped deeper into the darkness

"Not so fast," Count said grabbinghis ribs

"You pecker head!" Count shovedme forward I threw ed rocks seared into my palms I sed a scream

"Chill out!" Count said looht?" he extended a hand to help nored hied from the darkness She turned and stared back into the tunnel, hands on her hips

"Be a douche bag," Count said when I didn't answer Mu, he walked away I found ht Shannie spoke, Count waved a hand She stood in the h it was ilare

"What's the curse of the tunnel?" I asked Count as I es and ar it up," Shannie beed "Go ahead, tell him," Shannie snapped

"Just a crazy old coon's tale," Count replied

"Geezus F-ing Pete," Shannie rolled her eyes

Count motioned us to follow A hundred or so feet off the tracks at the base of a steep hill, nestled aetation, rested the shell of an old stone house Both sidewalls were intact, though scarred by fla desperately to a wall Stones froh the cracks The remains of a campfire rested in the center of the ruined house Broken beer bottles sparkled in the sunlight Used condoht screeched out the tunnel Ignoring the train, Shannie stood at the foot of the crumbled front wall