8:25 // Hemmo (ON HOLD)
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"Is this seat taken?" The very tall boy with very tall hair asked.
Out of all the empty seats on this bus why by me?
"No, go ahead." I smiled politly, just to be nice.
And that's where it all started. 8:25 in a city bus, infested with who knows what, on a Tuesday morning.
THIS WILL BE A CUTE STORY W NOT MUCH DRAMA JUST A LOT OF CUTENESS OK OK :-)
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