Ice in Chicago, Blind Dates and Shop Windows
I sat down as far away from the door as I could negotiate and waited. He said he would arrive at around 6:15 or 6:30
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The Girl Who Rides the Bus Sees and Hears Everything
She was well known on the bus–actually on the entire route. Her whispers were audible but in no way distinguishable. Most thought it a shame because she wasn’t bad to look at, though one old man called her “some big fat girl,” early one morning.