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and walked into the high street that was

already starting to get busy as it was the start

of the rush hour. He suddenly became aware

of the lack of sleep he had had and could

barely keep himself awake on the way back

home as he sat on the top floor of the bus,

wishing that glass was made of a softer

material as he kept banging the left side of his

head into it every time the vehicle jolted or

shuddered to stop.

Eventually he got to the stop that was

closest to home and got off through the double

glass doors of the bus after they had opened

with a hiss and screech. He stepped off and

nearly as both of his feet were on the

pavement there was a sound that could directly

be referenced to something between a deep

sigh and an expression of great relief as the

doors behind him closed with the satisfaction

that only an inanimate object can have.

He stood at the edge of the curb of the long

road near home, he had been living there long