Trip

I got on the bus and sat next to him.

He moved right, I moved too, closer to him.

He moved, I moved.

There was no room for him to move anymore.

He looked at me through the corner of his eyes.

I looked at him and he looked away.

I laughed, he laughed too.

I had to go, I stood up, and then I fell.

He laughed, I smiled. I got down and walked away.

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