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Where
is
the
Golden
Gate
?
"
"
San
Francisco
.
"
"
Then
let
’
s
go
there
.
I
want
to
see
San
Francisco
anyway
.
"
"
All
right
.
We
’
ll
go
there
.
"
"
Now
let
’
s
go
up
the
mountain
.
Should
we
?
Can
we
get
the
M
.
O
.
B
.
?
"
"
There
’
s
a
train
a
little
after
five
.
"
"
Let
’
s
get
that
.
"
"
All
right
.
I
’
ll
drink
one
more
beer
first
.
"
When
we
went
out
to
go
up
the
street
and
climb
the
stairs
to
the
station
it
was
very
cold
.
A
cold
wind
was
coming
down
the
Rhone
Valley
.
There
were
lights
in
the
shop
windows
and
we
climbed
the
steep
stone
stairway
to
the
upper
street
,
then
up
another
stairs
to
the
station
.
The
electric
train
was
there
waiting
,
all
the
lights
on
.
There
was
a
dial
that
showed
when
it
left
.
The
clock
hands
pointed
to
ten
minutes
after
five
.
I
looked
at
the
station
clock
.
It
was
five
minutes
after
.
As
we
got
on
board
I
saw
the
motorman
and
conductor
coming
out
of
the
station
wine
-
shop
.
We
sat
down
and
opened
the
window
.
The
train
was
electrically
heated
and
stuffy
but
fresh
cold
air
came
in
through
the
window
.
"
Are
you
tired
,
Cat
?
"
I
asked
.
