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  • From The Pen of Compassionless
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    "Wrapped in a gray, ragged shawl, I reached the bus stand. I bought a ticket and climbed in the bus. It was filled with people, mostly men. It smelled of cleaners, rubber and body odor. I got a seat with the window and I sat there. I tuned out of my surrounding and thought about the day when my life changed "