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THE BUS RIDE

Staring blankly at the ceiling in his room, Sam lay quietly in his bed as though he was in a

trance. It was 8:45 a.m. and he had fifteen minutes to get to work. With an utter groan of torment

Sam slowly dragged himself out of bed, began changing, and slowly headed out the door for the

office. Sitting down in his old beat up car, he turned the key for the engine to start. The car made

an awful noise as though it were being strangled but didn’t start. Sam repeated the process of

turning the key over and over until he realized he had left the lights on the ni...