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where's the bus? why is it late? it's supposed to come five minutes ago.

some people are staring at my hair. god damn it, i forgot to brush my hair.

oh well, i got more important things to do.

finally, the bus comes and i ask the driver to bring me to the nearest police station, and i sit at the front, nearest to the door.

so i could sprint out easier.

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