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[always_a_liar]

Elan still disliked the bus. It was loud, smelly, rough, and populated by individuals who also matched that description. Stepping off of it, he cast a dissatisfied glance back towards it before running his hand through his hair. A glance around at the fairly busy street. The night was brisk, and unlike everyone else he was in short sleeves. No matter. He could ignore the cold at his will.

"Where are we going, Shelley?"