Bus 405

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You're on your way to a job interview. The bus is warm and you long for the cool fall air outside. A breeze hits your face from an opening bus door. 

A tall guy, wearing a filthy office jacket, can't pay for his ticket. He looks miserable, but not really sober enough to understand it himself. Even if you don't like drunks, something about him makes you wanna be nice.

"Here." you say and give money to the driver. "On me."

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