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The Bus homeI swiped my oyster card against the pad. A single green light glowed and the soft beep went off from the machine. I walked slowly down the dimly lit bus, people looking ahead further than the bus could take them. I searched for any vacant seats, no luck. I started to ascend the steep steps as the bus grunted to live and trudged on with its course. I sighed there was only one seat available and I could see why it had been left vacant, a young blonde lay sleeping, her head against the window either people felt intimated by her looks or they didn’t want to wake her. I sat down next to her carefully trying not to wake her.The Bus home
by ~Ajaskar
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