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The bus's lights are off. A pliable shadow covers the public.

The heating, instead, is on. The heat is cuddling me and I feel sleepy. I feel good, the atmosphere is quite nice.

The windows are misty, but you can still see through the cars that speeds near the bus, a neon banner of a bar and the bright colors of the stoplight.

In the bus there's only a group of girls talking. Their voices are sharp and they're always laughing. 

They don't bother me. I can't hear them, I've got earphones. The only thing that distracts me is a lovely sound of a piano.

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