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The Rime of the Ancient Station Attendant, by Jessica Lévai

When the latest batch arrives, Dale is waiting for them. He watches through the cracked and filthy window of the station as the sedan crunches onto the battered pavement and squeaks to a halt in front of the pumps. There’s movement and muffled conversation among the passengers. Then the driver rolls down the window, pokes out his perfect blond head and calls, “Hey! Can we get some service?”