Today the bus stank of urine and unchanged bandages wrapped around necrotic flesh.
The man sitting facing my seat had a moustache and a close cropped hair cut. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a gray polo shirt tucked in and straining against his gut. A gray leather miniskirt, pale pantyhose, and black heels.
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