One day when passing by the old city junk yard there sits an old school bus just rusting away. But when I was walking past it today, I thought I heard laughing and yelling like you do when a working school bus goes down the road, again there was no one around. The laughing and yelling continued. I slowly walked up to the bus and the door opened; no driver but there was a sense of I don't know. I walked down the aisle and heard "Have a seat." I could feel eyes on me. Uh, I opened the door.
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