
excerpts from a boring man’s diary (#65)
When I boarded the bus, I sat across the aisle from a young man who seemed to know the bus driver and who in fact was carrying on, with the driver, a conversation that did not cease from the time I got on to the time I disembarked, some fifteen minutes later.
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