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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.
Mrs. Chen gets on at Fifth and Park. Thirty years on this route, like me. She sits down wet. 'You see a woman? Red coat? Around Elm?' My hands tighten. 'No. Why?' She doesn't answer.
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'You knew her?' I ask. Mrs. Chen nods slowly. 'She was on the first bus I ever took. Thirty years ago. She was old then too. Always the same coat. Always alone. Always watching the windows.' 'Watching for what?' No answer.
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