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Dec 2014
It was a hot fall morning
A silent time on the bus
On a trip with the band
And me just sitting alone
You were just watching me
I was bored out of my mind
And then you talked to me
We got to know each other
We found many similarities
And by the end of the day
I had made a new friend
Part 1 of 4 in the "My Distant Memories" series
Brett W
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