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- That same old train comes roaring by once every week .
- My Corey's coming. No more sad stories coming. She's my midnight-moonlight-morning-glory; you're coming aren't you girl? And like I told you, when she holds you,she enfolds you in her world.
- You know my favorite, though you know I like all the others, but I love the way you tell me about your Corey the best.
- Are John Joseph's stories true?
- Old John was born here; he's lived here all his life. But I'm afraid he's never had a woman, let alone a wife. And very soon you'll find out, if you check around more, that no one named Corey has ever lived in this town.
- I asked people around town if they knew anyone named Corey and they said that there's never been anyone named Corey in this town.
- Ah, what do they know? Reality is only just a word.
