![]() The robot voice announced Dorchester Street and she made her way to the front, thanked the driver and exited. Laurel leaned against the window watching brick-lined blocks fly past between frequent stops. The nine bus rattled over the bridge as the sun disappeared beyond the buildings to the west.
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