December 2011
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Special Bus Friends
I’ve started noticing the same people on the bus with me every day. In a bustling metropolis like Toronto, there’s something nice about that. I don’t know their names or if they’re even good people, but I still feel like we’re a special kind of friends.
The fact that recognizing people on the bus every day is making me happy instead of depressed is a good sign, I...
