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     He waited at the bus stop an hour past when the bus was supposed to arrive. He was in no real rush to get to where he was supposed to go, and he supposed that the people there wouldn’t miss him much.

      It was a hot day, and he rather enjoyed the feeling of a good sweat. He was outside, among others, but he enjoyed the quiet.

      Soon, he’d be where he was meant to go, and he’d once again be in an infuriating and peerless situation.

      He closed his eyes and let the sun press down on his face.

      When he heard the bus coming, it immediately reminded him of the week that lay ahead.

      “One day…” he thought to himself.

      “One day.”