Morning bus ride

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  It was a dark morning as I waited for the school bus to arrive. I saw the bus driving down the road, so I prepared myself for another tiring day at school. As the bus stopped to let me in, I saw a girl looking at me through the window of the bus. Nothing weird about that. However, once I got on the bus, I looked at the seat that she would've been sitting in judging by where she was on the window, and she wasn't there. In fact, I forgot that I was always the first one on the bus.

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