Quickly I pull out my bus pass and gingerly show it to the driver. Finding my way up the steps the doors close behind me. Down the isle I notice an unpleasant smell and continue walking. Two rows, three rows back I sit down in a seat by myself. I make the mistake of making eye contact with the man sitting behind me. Pickle breathe notices me as
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I like your use of imagery at the end. Very original. You should write more ^_^.
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