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Descriptive Essay of a Bus RideThe crisp late-September air bit my throat as I pulled my jacket tighter around my shoulders. The bus station wasn’t crowded, but wasn’t quite empty either. A woman with a dark blue shawl over her head and face scolded her toddler in a strange language. He giggled and scurried away,.
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