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Amongst the debris of old newspapers and rusted metal, the woman found traces of the bus’s former occupants. A child’s toy lay discarded in a corner, a faded photograph hung on the wall. Each item whispered stories of the past, of journeys taken and memories made. As she sifted through the remnants of a forgotten time, the woman couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy.
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