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It feels like a cat clawing its way up my leg digging into my back cutting into my spine producing a shake in my entire frame traveling up into my teeth chattering as I wait for the next bus.
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
Freezing for the Bus
It feels like a cat clawing its way up my leg digging into my back cutting into my spine producing a shake in my entire frame traveling up into my teeth chattering as I wait for the next bus.
An homage to the early morning bus routine that all students (college and not) go through.
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
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