The bus doors whoosh open. He stops going over the songs in his head and looks up to see the glint of the setting sun shining off the glass, like the star on his door. It's time. Eagerly, he steps through.
He pauses to look around him. People bustling, rushing to and fro. Got to get to your seats, my public, can't miss a moment.
He strolls down the
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So, music constantly runs through your head, too? (It's not just me!)
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