I was once waiting for a bus so I could go to the store for hot dogs and wine. It got real cold but the bus finally arrived and we began moving really fast. On the way I spotted some places that were out of sight as it seemed the driver was taking us to some places that we had never been. I suddenly spotted someone on the bus that looked familiar so I approached him and asked him, "Is that you Mo-Dean?" He responded, "It's me Mo-Dean." He explained that he had been away but now that he was back he couldn't seem to find any of his friends to tell his interesting stories to. We talked a bit and forgot about the ride until I finally asked, "I say at which depot do we depart?" He had no answer.
Michailovic pushed his glasses back and sighed. “The following numbers are being released. ”The numbers came spitting out of Michailovic’s mouth, resembling in more ways than one a madman with a machine gun in a massacre. Hardly anyone showed any reaction, making it impossible to tell whether they were shot or not. The notable exceptions were a couple of smiles breaking out here and there as some numbers were being skipped. As the list carried on, Callahan realized that before long it would be zooming in at an alarming rate on his proximity. Callahan had no idea who those ahead of him were, but he could see that none of them were making the cut. He considered it good, after all the more gone before him, the higher his chances were. He looked up at Michailovic, almost trying to read his lips before the words were spat out. “116.” Callahan looked around, trying to identify the holder of this number. However, no one was responding. “117.” C...
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