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Ticket to Pittsburgh

train Station Ticket Booth

Charlie entered the train station and walked over to the ticket office.  The young woman behind the counter was as magnificently endowed as any woman he could ever remember seeing.  She was wearing a low-cut dress, and leaning over some notes she was making.

He stared at her.

She looked up and smiled at him.  "What can I do for you, sir?" she asked.

Charlie heard him own breath hissing in his ears like steam, but tried to master the situation.  He did, after all, need a ticket to Pittsburgh.

Finally he stammered, "Uh, I need a picket to...."

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