The Bus Ride Jamal’s chest felt like it was about to explode, like a grenade had lodged itself right beneath his ribs, ticking down with every second he sat on that damned bus. His car was dead, his marriage was dying, and he could feel something inside him tearing apart with every passing moment. Sweat dripped down his temple as the old bus rattled along, each bump sending waves of nausea through his gut. The
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