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sometimes she wasn't sure if she really cared at all. when she really thought hard about it she saw how horrible the whole thing really was. she sat on the curb waiting for the bus and the cars sped past her so close that she could touch them if she reached her hand out to them. she closed her eyes and imagined stretching her arm out to touch the metallic tan mini van rapidly approaching. the impact would surely snap it backwards against the joint of her elbow. would there be any blood? would it rip it off completely? she opened her eyes and jumped back from the curb to dodge the stopping bus. she boarded. she found a seat. it was always too cold on these city buses.