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The Last Bus on Marrow Street
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I keep driving. Just another shift. One of seven. She's fine. Probably. The route won't change. My route. Sleet gets heavier. Like it's chasing the bus.
I pull into the depot early. Shouldn't do that. Mr. Kessler's in the office. I ask: 'Has anyone called? Woman. Red coat. Missed the 9:40 on Elm?' He stares at me. 'Who?'
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