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The other morning I was stuck behind a big yellow bus. I had to stop three times before I got away. Life, it seemed, wanted me to slow down and smell the fumes.
By James McIntosh5
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The other morning I was stuck behind a big yellow bus. I had to stop three times before I got away. Life, it seemed, wanted me to slow down and smell the fumes.