Before the Bus Comes
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Life is spontaneous so my actions in life are spontaneous. It starts and ends before I regret anything.
All year round you take the same bus here and there. You have seen many strangers come and go. But the more you take that bus, the more the strangers become familar. And there was this one stranger that always draw your attention unknowingly...
Foreword
Author's Note: A short story perhaps, on thoughts that come to my mind when I wait for the bus at school. It is an original work by myself BloomingWater. Please do not plagiarize or take out without permission. Thank you.
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