📝 The Adult Child

As I traveled to the city, the house passed past the bus’s windows. The sky is grey and dull. The bus stops at the next bus stop, and another person enters.

I stand up and block their way – I can’t explain how this happens. I get an annoyed look back. They move to the other side to circle me, and I follow.

“Oh, come on, move out of the way,” they say.

Finally, there is some action in here – my day just got so much better.

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