Demo
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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my name is not a racist and this is my demo. The President of the new york central and the new york, New Heaven and hard for trail routes will swear on a stack of timetables that there are only two. But I say there are three because I have been on third level of Grand Central station. Yes, I have taken the obvious step. I talked to a psychiatrist friend of mine among others. I told him about the third level at Grand Central station and he said it was a wigging dream wish fulfillment. He said I was unhappy. That made my wife kind of mad. But he explained that he made the modern world is full of insecurity, feel war, worry and all the rest of it and that I just want to escape. Well who doesn't everybody I know wants to escape but they don't wander down into any third level at Grand Central station. But that's the reason he said and my friends all agreed everything points to it. They claimed my stem collecting for example, that's a temporary refugee from reality. Well maybe, but my grandfather didn't need any refugee from reality. Things were pretty nice and peaceful in his day. So all I do. And he started my collection. It's a nice collection too. Blocks of four or practical every us issue first take hours and so on. President Roosevelt world collected stamps too. You know. Anyway, ****'s would happen at Grand Central one night last summer I worked late at the office, I was in a hurry to get uptown to my apartment. So I decided to take the subway from Grand Central because it's faster than the bus Now. I don't know why this should have happened to me. I'm just an ordinary guy named Charlie 21 years old and I was wearing a tan gabardine suit and a straw hat with a fancy bank. I passed a dozen man who looked just like me and I wasn't trying to escape from anything. I just wanted to get home to Louisiana, my wife. I turned into Grand Central from Vanderbilt Avenue and went down the steps to the first level Where you take trains like the 20th century. Then I walked down another flight to the second level whether suburban trains leave from dug into an arched doorway heading for the surface and get lost. That's easy to do. I have been in and out of Grand Central hundreds of times but I'm always bumping into new doorways and stairs and corridors. Once I got into a tunnel about a mile long and came out in the lobby of Roosevelt hotel. Another time I came up in an office building on 46 33 blocks away. Something I think Grand Central is growing like three pushing out new corridors and staircases like roots. There's a probably a long tunnel that nobody knows about feeling its way under the city. Gt right now. Okay. On its way to Times Square and maybe another to Central Park and maybe because for so many people through the years, Grand Central has been an exit, a way of escape. Maybe that's how the tunnel I got into. But I never told my psychologist friend about that idea.