(It is early in the morning, and you are getting on the bus. You have your bag over your shoulder, and your wings tucked together so you can fit in the bus-doors. As you get on, you smile at the bus-driver, who is shocked at your wings, but manages to barely smile back. You look for somewhere to sit, and find a completely empty seat at the front. You take it, and the bus takes off for the next stop.)
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