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==not even me==

Every stop this bus made was only about fifteen minutes apart. So many people.

I sat in the front of the bus, next to someone I didn’t know. She kept trying to talk to me, but I ignored her. She was annoying.

We stopped for the.. what was it? Eleventh, maybe twelfth time since I got on. That means I’d been on the bus for about.. three hours. I was getting carsick.

A girl, only about fifteen, stepped into the bus with two guards, one in front of her, one behind. I could see she was handcuffed; that was saved only for the troublesome.

She was crying. She glanced at me, at the people all around me. I looked out the window. Outside was just farmland. A little house about ten yards from the road, but not much more.

I heard her going to the back of the bus. I turned my head around to see her, and she was screaming at one of the guards.

She kept saying she was innocent, probably just trying to convince the guards she should be let go.

No one that sat on this bus was innocent. Not even me.

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