so transportation promised me several times that the bus was coming, it was just late. what a pack of lies the living impose upon the dead. the dead being me, who stared up at the ceiling all night until, at 5, i figured i might as well get up and putter around. it was nice to have so much time, though, to read and have tea and enjoy the quiet
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