You slump down on the garden path, the tiny bus in your lap. You are utterly deflated. What the hell just happened to your life? You're a regular guy, aren't you? You don't even fuck with oija boards! How the hell did this happen!
You stare straight ahead trying to get your thoughts together.
Busload of girls. Check. Okay.
Must help girls. Check. Okay.
Girls are, like, an inch high if that.
.........................
Look at bus.
Look straight ahead again.
You shuffle forward onto the pavement and put the bus full of ... (DON'T THINK ABOUT IT!!!!!) down near you.
Can't think. Shock.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Someone is walking along the pavement towards you.
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