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.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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