[New places were always well worth the sickly lurch that it left in the bottom of Devi's stomach, like when an elevator stops out of freefall and the three slushies she had slams down uncomfortably in her guts.
It was a street corner, the same dingy grey she remembered from home, but it was clean and that was instantly promising. The intercom blaring above her was largely ignored but Devi followed the signs to the bus station anyway. Once the bus came, she and her big black boots were on it, plopping down into a seat and glancing around the interior.]
A miracle. Mass transit that doesn't smell like urine. This place is already a step up. Next I'll hav'ta start thinking about singing the theme to the Jeffersons.
[It was casually said to no one and nothing in particular but the seat next to her was empty and after a second, she found herself humming it anyway.]
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It was a street corner, the same dingy grey she remembered from home, but it was clean and that was instantly promising. The intercom blaring above her was largely ignored but Devi followed the signs to the bus station anyway. Once the bus came, she and her big black boots were on it, plopping down into a seat and glancing around the interior.]
A miracle. Mass transit that doesn't smell like urine. This place is already a step up. Next I'll hav'ta start thinking about singing the theme to the Jeffersons.
[It was casually said to no one and nothing in particular but the seat next to her was empty and after a second, she found herself humming it anyway.]