Hurry, leave the feeding cat and the sleeping family. It is late, hurry through the town. It is six thirty five, the bus will arrive soon
At the bus shelter say good morning to dolores, and the bog cotton man. The bus is just arriving, the LED sign is blinking on and off.
Pay the driver, take the ticket from the machine. Drive alone, the bus is empty but for four others Look at the big ugly concrete buildings as the bus nears the station.
Nothing comes of it. There is no way at all. Word by word squeezed in the paper, nothing really at all. Leave for the tracks, wait for the train.
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