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Curiosity compelled her to climb aboard the bus, despite its dilapidated state. It was as if she had stepped into a time machine, transported back to a different era where the world seemed more vibrant and full of possibilities. The creaky floorboards beneath her feet echoed with the laughter of children and the chatter of old friends, each sound a ghostly reminder of the life that once pulsed through these walls. She ran her fingers along the dusty windows, tracing the patterns left behind by raindrops and the passage of time.
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