Empire Builder

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
September 30, 2015
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I forget the sound of the wheels grating against their track until the whistle blows, and I remember how far I wanted to go in this life. I ride this train named Empire Builder and settle into my sleeping car, where I’m given J. Rogét American Champagne. After a bite of banana, the “champagne” fizzes into soapy layers until I feel the rapid birth of every bubble turn into a dying and quiet, pop and gone; it’s so awful in my mouth. And I just want more.

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