| July 01, 2002 8:18 p.m. | homesick for the bus |
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Returning through the sky from a faraway trip that you realize too late was scheduled for far too many days and sleeping in your bed does not mean you are back until you get back on the bus a block from your house and the bus driver asks, "Where have you been?" It doesn't matter because I am finally home.
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