When I was in grade school I spend the interim between the end of school and the beginning of dinner at the local library. Every day I rode the bus to a stop two blocks from downtown. I hated the smell of the bus and I always sat alone. I would sing to myself in my seat, and continue to sing to myself on my short walk. Perhaps I was too young to be
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That is all.
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i return the sentiment.
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