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As she explored the nooks and crannies of the bus, she uncovered artifacts from a past life – a forgotten diary tucked away in a forgotten corner, a faded photograph of a family smiling in front of the bus, a crumpled ticket stub from a long-forgotten concert. Each item held a piece of the puzzle, painting a picture of the lives that had once intertwined within these walls. It was as if the bus itself was a time capsule, preserving the memories and dreams of those who had passed through its doors.
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