He placed his notepad on his knee and wrote: Cloudy. The smell of gasoline and garbage bins. Then he looked out the window again to verify that there was nothing he had failed to note. The bus pulled away from the station with a vaporous breath and headed to the highway, toward Jerusalem. The Doors are playing on the radio, he wrote, then crossed out the words and immediately changed his mind and wrote them again.
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