It’s different riding the bus in the country. I see all kinds of things that I don’t see back home. Sometimes there are tractors driving on the road and there are a lot of old barns and lots of grass. Sometimes we go by this old house with a bunch of cars in the front yard. Most of them have weeds growing out of them and they’re all rusty. There’s also a toilet in the front yard. I’ve never seen anyone using it. I’m really glad my uncle keeps his toilet in the bathroom. I wouldn’t like to go to the bathroom in the front yard. Specially if people riding the bus could see me.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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