Kaylee rode the bus to her other job. The passengers were packed in like sardines, chock full of human misery, and smells that covered the entire spectrum. To help pass the time, she focused on a song playing in her mind. That part’s easy, there’s always a song playing.
“Finally,” a faceless man said as the Next Stop sign lit up.
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