“Why the fuck is that girl still on our bus?” I demand as I watch Pax let himself out of the hallway with a disturbed sort of a look on his face. I know that look; I'm just not sure why I'm seeing it right now. “Are you okay, man?” I ask, changing my tone suddenly. My friend looks like he's just seen a ghost or something. “Why does it matter if she's on the bus?” Muse asks from behind me, drawing my attention around and finding him standing in front of the counter, making himself a cup of tea. Tea. Like he's not already weird enough. “It's not really your business, is it?” “Who is this chick
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