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ralphie was acting up. screaming, kicking, whining... all of us on the bus that cold morning held our breath. "sit down!!" she yelled "stop it!!" she screamed "when we get off this bus your gunna get it!" she warned. all of us along for the ride just looked away. avoiding the bitter taste of what might happen at home behind closed doors. she screams tugging and pulling at any stray arm leg clump of hair she can reach. two more stops and i'm free... we all choke on all the things we should say we stare out the windows, the lucky ones had a book to bury themselves in. ****** ralphie get the **** up!!" as i stand to leave, pairs of eyes beg me to take them with. the bus slows i step off and the collective finds a new found intrest in the the ads lining the walls. ralphie is on his own.
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Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 9:39 AM UTC
bus ride
ralphie was acting up. screaming, kicking, whining... all of us on the bus that cold morning held our breath. "sit down!!" she yelled "stop it!!" she screamed "when we get off this bus your gunna get it!" she warned. all of us along for the ride just looked away. avoiding the bitter taste of what might happen at home behind closed doors. she screams tugging and pulling at any stray arm leg clump of hair she can reach. two more stops and i'm free... we all choke on all the things we should say we stare out the windows, the lucky ones had a book to bury themselves in. ****** ralphie get the **** up!!" as i stand to leave, pairs of eyes beg me to take them with. the bus slows i step off and the collective finds a new found intrest in the the ads lining the walls. ralphie is on his own.
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Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 9:39 AM UTC
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