Murdoch yawned as he stepped from the train and looked around for a taxicab. Holland, he thought, must be a really small town. There was nothing awake. Nothing awake, that is, excepting the big transcontinental truck that was waiting for the train to start so that it could cross the tracks.
He saw a sign pointing to Holland College campus and began to trudge down the road in the early morning light. He yawned again and swore that some day he would quit this nerve-wracking job and take up a nice quiet one. Something like the guy driving the moving van, who was sharp enough to have a woman going along with him.
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