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The Bus Ride Home by Nathan
Loud, noisy, can't hear myself thing. Bumpy, uncomfortable, I'm jostled around.
Get off the bus, give a big sigh. start walking home, the sooner the better.
Step inside the house, the warm, wonderful house. Pour a glass of water, the liquid relief runs down my throat. |