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says
peers dubiously at the usual motley collection of
night bus riders. A man with bulbous eyes looks
up at us and hunches his plastic hood over his [60shut. The shar
engine. The nois
head. "Is this safe?"
thumping up th
again.
"You sound like my grandpa! Of course it's
safe. It goes to the end of my road."
"Hurry up!" says the driver 3 to Jack. "If
I can fe
corners, but I'm
you haven't got the money, get off."
"I have an American Express card," says
120 Jack, feeling in his pocket.
165 going. Until a
familiar sights
at my street. I
and totter along
Suddenly
"You can't pay a bus fare with American
Express!" I say. "Don't you know anything? And
anyway"-I stare at my travel card for a few (and I grab for
seconds-"I think maybe we should call it an
myself. Why are
125 evening. I'm pretty tired."
window, thinkin
having to walk,
We're in m
the
aware of t
me. The old-fasl
I'm not really tired. But somehow I want to
be alone. I want to clear my head and start again.
"I see," says Jack in a more serious voice. "I 195*
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