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Attila on the Bus

“Orleans.” Attila snaps at the bus driver.

New Orleans? This is Colorado bro.” The bus driver snaps back.

“ORLEANS!” Attila spits.

“Whatever.” The bus driver slams his foot down on the accelerator.

Attila stumbles down the aisle almost dropping his sabre, and plops down next to an elderly woman.

She glares at him sideways, sniffs, and scoots decisively to the edge of the seat.

 

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