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bus tickets. I grew up here, I know every inch of this Bye.
town like the back of my hand not that there is much to Bye.
know. Then I left like everyone that ever had a dream
did but ended up returning like most of said dreamers, We never really talked that much. Not that we didn’t
moved back in with my dad and started working at the like eachother but because deep down we both knew
bus station. İt doesn’t pay much but at least it gets me that we didn’t want to, because doing so would do
out of the house. nothing but bring up unpleasant memories. She knew
that I left and came back and I knew that she had never
I thought about that woman I saw today, reddish brown left. That was all we needed to know.
hair, round glasses, a long coat that made her look like
a detective from one of those black and white movies, I didn’t want to go home, I never really did. I just

I wondered what business she might have in this town. had to, plus I had the morning shift at the bus station
I wondered ıf I would ever get to see her again. She tomorrow, the other girl T who was Old Man Al’s niece
was the only one out of the six that bought tickets for and was usually the one to cover the morning shift had
the last bus that didn’t go on about where they were something come up so we switched.
going or what they had been doing here. Maybe I I got back on my bike unwillingly and headed home.
wanted to know about the little unimported lives of The one story house with the light blue wooden
little unimportant strangers after all. Who would have paneling and the mediocre sized overgrown garden

guessed. was my childhood home, well just home I guess. I still
I stopped by the gas station on my way home since it lived in it. At what point your house stops being your
was too late for the grocery store to be open, we had home and turns into your childhood home? Another
run out of milk. It was kind of funny how something as funny thing to think about.

irrelevant as running out of milk could change the entire I left my bike in the driveway and went in through the
course of my journey. What if the mystery woman had kitchen door just in case someone was in the family
also run out of milk? It was a funny thought to think. room. I didn’t really feel like talking. I just wanted to

Ding-ding, the little bell rang as I walked in. put the milk in the fridge and go to bed.

Hi. Said Sandy sitting behind the counter looking at her My dad wasn’t surprised when I asked to move back
phone. Her dad owned the gas station. in. Was he expecting me to come back? I don’t know.

Hi. I replied. I liked Sandy. We were about the same He wasn’t too enthusiastic when I left either. Maybe he
age. She had never left as far as I know or I guess I didn’t want me to leave in the first place. It was getting
assumed that since she was still here when I got back. close to eleven pm now. Around seven more hours until
I wake up and eight more until I go to work. Is that all
I’m just buying some milk. there is to do, Wake up, go to work, get off work, go to

At ten o’clock at night? She asked teasingly. the gas station to buy milk, come home and then do it
What? I ran out. again?

Nothing. She laughed. The gas station store was open I wondered what the bus station lady was doing. For
from midday to midnight, Sandy was here for the most some reason I couldn’t get her out of my head. She
of it. wasn’t from this town. That was obvious. What was
her story? Maybe she was also returning back to her
She rang up the carton of milk and I paid.

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