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It was about 10:40 when we finally got t board the bus, yeah I know we we're suppose to leave 10 minutes ago. The ride to Toronto wasn't bad, a little warm, but fine for the rest. We arrived in Toronto at 12:30, 10 minutes early so we didn't do too bad. It took me about 15 minutes to gather all my luggage and get it ready for the next bus. So as impatient as I am, I looked around for a clock, and there beside the vending machine I saw her, she was about 5' 6" tall, mahogany shoulder length hair with complimentary hazel coloured eyes.
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Eventually I did find a clock. so as usual the bus to Calgary was 15 minutes late, and as usual the bus was packed tighter then a can of sardines. After I got all my luggage in the under side, I got on the bus, and the only seats left available were beside an Arab or her, so naturally I chose to sit beside her. She was sitting there reading a book the title of which is "The Sexual Politics of Meat" (I never did ask what it was about), and listening to her I-pod. So I thought let her be for a while, then I entered into a conversation with a gentleman in the seat across from me, his name I forget, but his children I didn't the oldest his daughter named Chloe, and the youngest his son Tyler. We talked for a bit about what we do for a living, and about the scenery. | |
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