BUS is no service on line one.

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BUS is screeching coffee machines and stacked dirty dishes.

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BUS is pattering footsteps on a crowded platform.

 

BUS is the sound of arrival and departure.

 

BUS is choosing to walk.

 

BUS is wearing headphones when you leave the house. 

 

BUS is the moment you’re no longer left out in the cold.

 

BUS is your favourite, on special.

 

BUS is texting on my way.

 

BUS is a mouse running along the tracks.

 

BUS is being swept off your feet.

 

BUS is your order on the counter.

 

BUS is spilled secrets over a cup of coffee.

 

BUS is 24/7, but moving to the beat of its own drum.

 

BUS is the next stop — yours.