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Friday, March 19, 2004
In Transit to and From Work.
A woman sitting near the front of the bus looked very sour. It wasn't the temporary crossness that comes with irritation, but she wore a sarcastic sneer that never lifted. "Damn you, bus," her sneer said. I thought about how difficult it would be to engage in any kind of freindly conversation if that sneer was never banished. I wondered if she could ever fall in love. Maybe she was in love. She wasn't very old. I thought probably in her twenties. She was probably a college student. Probably she was a very dissillusioned college student who was in love. I was glad I sorted that out and then she got off the bus, still sneering. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:3:00 PM Sunday, March 14, 2004
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