July 28th, 2005

So Bored

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*Dusk fell, and Ted left the house. The bus, the driver, the rag-thing, the couple. All routine. Tonight, he hummed a show tune (of all things) as he stared unseeing out the window, occasionally murmuring a few singsong words. Every night was a routine.* My time of day is the dark ti~ime...