"This stop?"
"No, the next one, please." Thank you, I smile as I get off the bus alone.
It's still raining, so I run. Run down the street, past the stop sign, across the spring-green grass until I'm out of breath in this quiet neighborhood. I pause for a moment, to let the fresh, light rain wash over my skin and invigorate me. I just stand there, in
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