She met a girl at the bus stop.

She had no where to go & nothing to lose, so she sat there for hours watching all the buses come & go.

They spoke of her childhood— the girl’s.

She lied about her own. At that point, she had no past. Her future wasn’t certain, either. She could only make the most of her present.

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