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a somewhat snarky, sometimes cranky, borderline stalker-y view of the world from my seat on the bus. No offense meant to anyone.. all of these stories are just made up. I really know nothing about you. And I care even less. I love watching the urbanites as they do their daily dance along the train tracks and bus routes...They make me happy. And sleepy.
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Really? Not a scrap of foil or saran exists in her household? No wax paper? No Tupperware? The scarf had to dangle into the frosting? The IPod was really necessary on the day she was carrying a chocolate cake on the train?
WOOOOW! CAAAAAAAAAKE!
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