If only I had the memory of an elephant...
October 27th 2007 Fidgeting about my cramped seat, unable to reach a position of comfort, I question myself on why it is I continue to go through this time and time again. The night bus is a familiar setting to many a traveler and a journey that most dread, but continually take despite. One can always count on the frigid air from the overhead vents, the foul stench seeping out of the bathroom, vibrations from the
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