I Missed The BUS And Did NOT Cry Even One Tear
I have no idea why the notion of MISSING THE BUS consumed me with my first breath this morning and then shot forward like a rocket when a jolt of java delivered its brewed energy. Perhaps MISSING THE BUS came from the busload of youngsters—masked but still giddy—I saw on the way to this one-room […]
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