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A Good Ride Home
Clive’s footfall’s echoed off the buildings on either side of the street as he walked toward the corner to catch the bus. The pools of light made by the street lighting seemed to beckoned him like beacons home. His tired feet got him there but they were not happy. Reaching down and taking off his DMs, Clive rubbed his tired foot. The distance sound of the bus coming up the street raised his spirits, he would be home soon to his loving mother. The bus came to a stop at the corner in a cloud of...