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The Last Bus on Marrow Street
dramaEveryone6 contributors · 4 paragraphs deep
I open the door. She looks at me like she's deciding something. Then she steps back. Walks away into the sleet. I want to call out but I don't. The light changes. I drive.
The light changes. I drive. In the mirror, she's still walking away. Her coat disappears first. Then her. The sleet swallows everything. I try not to think about it but the seven nights are all I'll think about now.
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