• the first time I saw her sitting there on a bus stop bench surrounded by an empty parking lot as the cop cars and buses wizzed by but she never got on, instead just sitting, waiting so beautiful and i couldn't help but wish I could somehow rush across the street and save her but I knew it wasn't possible, shaking my head I lit another cigarrette and turned away. I would have to save myself first.

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