I saw him through the window, interrupted in mid-daydream with a nightmare of my own failings. There was no denying his gaze, I was too close to the front of the bus to pretend my eyes were elsewhere; they were not scrutinizing his every nervous tic, the shadows around his eyes, the fear of awkwardness. But aside and down, I cast the fates along
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