there's something about the five a.m. bus. there's something about the light that streams through the windows, gold and warm. there's something about the stars fifteen minutes before the sun rises. there's something about the music you listen to. there's something about the girl sitting next to me, all curls and red red red emotions. there's something about the way time bends. there's just something about the five a.m. bus.
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