They found his body.
Well, what was left of his body.
It’s mangled torso was all that remained of the old hobo who frequented the stoop at the end of the boxcar.
“He must have fallen.” The railroad official deduced. “We tell people all the time to stay off the cars.”
The reporter cleared his throat for attention. “But, Sir, these two cars have been locked into place here for over twenty years.”
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