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"So this is the girl...that you were talking about"
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Sitting quietly on the bus you rub your eyes from exhaustion.
The soft rumble of the bus heading down whatever road it was going down, was luring you to sleep.
Closing your e/c eyes, you fight yourself to not fall asleep.
I'm not sleeping I'm just resting my eyes
You repeat in your head over and over again, kind of like the drinks of regulars.
Oh the wonders of being a bartender.
Yup, that's what you went to 4 years college for...to be a bartender.
At a Gay bar in down, downtown.
I mean you make good tips, it's not like you were ugly, so the chicks hit and catcalled you.
Sometimes you flirt back at them because they really know how to do the cat right, if you know what I mean.
Hearing the bus driver call out your street name, you flutter your eyes open.
Sitting up straighter, you crack your fingers.
