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  • I hate your pursed, harlequin expressions. The way you all congregated at the front of the bus, not an empty seat in sight. Fifteen people, weak or strong, huddled into a space scarcely seven feet long by three feet wide.

    Must I or someone else tell you to please move towards the back of the bus as more passengers are now boarding? Must we go through this fucking dog and pony show every time we reach terminal or make a stop? Isn't this the same route you take every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday? Why don't you just participate in reality for a change?
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