Random thoughts and photos from a Seattleite who moved to France, and is now back in Seattle.
I see you sitting at the same bus stop nearly every morning. It’s the only bus that goes by, yet you never get on. Are you waiting for someone? A husband, lover, friend? Who are you? What’s your story?
You should ask her. I'm not sure how, but you could probably figure out a way. Maybe just ask her if she's going to get on the bus or not. And if you do, be sure to post how it went! :)
I'd have to get off the bus and ask her, then get on the next bus. If I do that, I'll be sure to post about it ;)
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