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The Last Bus on Marrow Street
dramaEveryone6 contributors · 4 paragraphs deep
I can't stop checking the mirror. The road behind me is dark. Sleet. Empty. But I keep checking. Why do I keep checking? Was she even real?
I see her. In the mirror. Behind the bus. Running. Still in the red coat. Soaked. How is she running if I already passed her blocks ago? I look again. Nothing. Just sleet.
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