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Waiting at a bus stop

The shadows from the towering buildings and twisting shapes up above fall like mazes on the sidewalk that lead to nowhere, so I choose not to follow them I don't know down which street I should be going I sense the woman on the sidewalk across from me - the street opens up between us in a giant yawn, and I keep her in step - it's the time of night and the type of dark that can put anyone on edge, alone, downtown The woman walks with purpose, maybe it's just a mask to shake off the loneliness of night, maybe it's a purpose she's never been able to find in the daylight - I cross the street and close the gap between us, the gap between us To her,  I'm just a shape to sidestep to avoid confrontation - the stench of my breath wraps around her like a blanket on a hot summer night until she wakes up in a sweat and kicks me off We reach the next corner, and I turn the other direction - as the gap between us grows, I hear her breathe again - the air around her more bearable as she gets used to the stench It's late, and I know I'll have to catch the last bus to make it home  I've never had to wait for a bus my entire life, but I guess you have to start somewhere
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Jul 8, 2012
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