The car ahead of Franck was stopped. To the right, the parking lane was blocked. The back of his SUV was just barely on the tracks, but enough for him to picture himself getting smashed into and dragged a block or two before the train could stop. The railroad crossing gates were down now. In the mirror, people in the cars behind him looked like they…
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