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June 10, 2013
I woke up to a start somewhere in Anos. I had fallen asleep earlier, when the bus drove past Walter Mart. My head ached, probably from the cold.

There was a bit of a traffic jam. Bored, I looked out of the window to my right. Another DLTB bus passed by, and we looked each other in the eye. Contact was broken in seconds as the other bus went ahead.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, but I can't really figure out people's thoughts when they look me in the eye. Must be because of all those lies.