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They looked like refugees running through the Albany train station trying to catch the midnight to Chicago. Dan charged ahead of his family, carrying two suitcases and a shopping bag, and moved at lightening speed. He ran through the station, his tall thin frame weaving in and out of wandering late-night stragglers, and careening off of corner posts. Pieces of clothing stuck out of the bulging suitcases, scraped and battered and strained at the hinges with the leather-covered

It's late again. I grumble to myself because I'm stuck in McLeod Ganj long after sunset. It is too late to walk the dark road to the Library and getting a taxi may be difficult. I grumble at the expense of the taxi. The taxi stand at the Temple is empty. I walk up the long dark road to the bus stand. I feel the chill of the evening on my chest and wrap my hooded fleece tight around me. There are no taxis at the taxi stand and only one three-wheeler vehicle is left. "How much