Seventy Seven

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I watch from my seat as the bus boy trudges onto the bus. Even from inside the bus you could see he was in a bad mood. He makes his way down the bus and collapses in the seat next to me. The frown never leaving his face.

"Hey." I whisper to him as the bus pulls out on to the road.

His frown melts as he looks at me. 

"Please don't ask."

"I wasn't going to." I reply honestly. "But are you okay?"

"That is asking." He points out.

"No, asking, in this case, is asking 'what happened?' or 'why were you away?'" I defend.

"And asking 'are you okay?' isn't?" He asks.

"No because it's a closed question, whereas the other two are open questions." I answer. 

"So are you okay?" I repeat.

He sighs softly. "I will be. I hope."

"Don't we all." I murmur.

"What about you? Last I saw you, you were as low as me. Did my advice work out?" Bus boys asks me.

I laugh lightly. 

"Yeah, it turns out that you really shouldn't become a fortune cookie writer." I say, and bus boy cracks a small smile at my lame attempt at a joke.

"I'm sorry it didn't work out." He says. "Are you okay?"

"I will be."


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Hello Stranger,

Hope you are doing well.

-Fox

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