Today we embarked a train to our last generation, Budapest. We saved the best for last. Here Greg is reading the first few pages of my copy of Atlas Shrugged. I read only the first half of the novel two years ago, and I loved it, but sometimes it's just too dense and the font is microscopic, I promise I will finish it someday but I want to give it the attention it deserves.
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