Warm, quiet, the way I like my mornings. Peaceful, the time in which I can listen to "Zanna, Don't!" on my iPOD. The roaring of the bus' engine as it starts up. The constant adjusting to the movements and turns of the stoping and going. Familar faces of people I see on a daily basis, either as customers or just as strangers passing by. I don't know
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