This morning Milo had one of his chronic nosebleeds. C was holding him in his lap while Milo held a tissue to his nose waiting for the bleeding to stop when they heard a train horn.
C: Milo, do you hear the train? Where do you think it's going? Charlotte? Memphis? California?
M: [taking the tissue from his nose and looking up at C] I think it's going to the train station.
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