He would sit on the porch, a cup of Red Diamond coffee on the rail, and stroke its beak, cooing to it, as if he wanted it to understand the awful sacrifice he was asking it to make.

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But vehicles would sit in rail yards waiting for that last red Camry with the sunroof destined for Seattle to be built.

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