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Apr 2012
The bus comes at the same time everyday.

I woke up late. I can never hear monotonous alarming noises.

I missed the bus.

I'll have to take a different one.

It won't get me to the same stop.

I'll have to transfer onto another bus.

And walk a few blocks.

I guess I'll get there in the end.

I just missed my express bus that got me there perfectly.

I still miss that express bus.

I'll never get there perfectly.
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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