Stale piss and sulfur. That's what the bus smelled like, a rusting steel contraption that clambered its way down back roads lined with trees bent like widows.
Stale piss and sulfur. That's what the bus smelled like, a rusting steel contraption that clambered its way down back roads lined with trees bent like widows.
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