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  • The bus was shaking as the crowd moved into the traffic ---- surrounding us, and I knew by the angry faces staring at us, at him, that the friend I was with had done something stupid. Too polite, even in anger, to say anything...it was obvious there were no allies among the other passengers to be found on this trip --------because of his actions; nor for me, guilty by association.

    The driver was watching, and suddenly the bus crossed left and over the median to escape the mob.
    My breath came back to me as the urban heat blew into my face through the window

    Alot of respect was lost that day and since then, all contact is tainted. But I try not to hate, I continue
    to try to accept our differences. I will avoid the confrontation.

    His story is different. In his story, he was a hero. "Surely", I think,
    "he knows he was so.... typical, ... so......wrong".

    But then again, I guess some people just don't know.
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