principally as sources of drugs and foods.
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~ at the bus stop, on the south side
He stands next to me but says nothing. I watch the road, thinking, wishing. Wishing I could change the situation I am in.
For how am I supposed to talk to this person, when my head wants to but my mouth won't? And when my mouth does, my head regrets it five seconds later?
A bus goes past, on the other side of the road. It is raining, and I huddle further into the shelter. I am cold. I see a bus head down the road, towards us, and I stick out a thumb for it.
Andy turns to me. "What am I doing wrong?"
The bus drives straight past and splashes water onto myself and Andy. I feel all my anger and frustration boil over suddenly, not only from the bus I have missed but from Andy's words. I turn to him. "God I wish I could make you understand. I wish I could make someone understand!" I shout, and my words stay as words and my thoughts stay on track.
He stares at me, his face clearing from annoyance to pity and empathy. Then he speaks. "Let me buy you a coffee."
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