Friday Night
The bus is full of semi-pissed. The night is yet young. Some are just setting out, all spruced and perfect hair. A woman slumps in her seat silent singing, with dramatic flourishes, to her ipod. Occassionally staring into its screen. I'm imagining some warbling Maria Carey number.
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