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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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