i was waiting at the bus stop. not for a bus, but for enough time to pass that i wasn’t unbearably early. a man waited with me, wearing a quite distinctive floor length plaid dress. my heart told me it had been enough time, so i started walking. as i passed the next bus stop, the man i had been waiting with stepped off

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