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rfmcdonaldAt the Dufferin Mall stop, three young men, all in their late teens, came aboard. One guy sat directly next to me, and apologized. I glanced over at him and say his greasy jet-black hair, trimmed short.
I caught their conversation, apparently briefly interrupted by their boarding the bus.
- He tried to push me into the path of a car, the guy next to me said. I won't talk to him since I don't need to, I will if I do, I'll tell him, but ...
- This shit keeps happening to you, his seatmate said to him.
- Yeah, it's tragic.
They all laughed then.
I caught their conversation, apparently briefly interrupted by their boarding the bus.
- He tried to push me into the path of a car, the guy next to me said. I won't talk to him since I don't need to, I will if I do, I'll tell him, but ...
- This shit keeps happening to you, his seatmate said to him.
- Yeah, it's tragic.
They all laughed then.
