I'm in a foreign land, sitting in a green bus-stop, my thin coat drenched. It's raining all around me as I sit, presumably waiting for a bus. The street lights shine, a warm glow saturates the dark, cobbled street. I know I'm not home, but there's no trepidation or anxiety. I must have left everything else behind, because I have nowhere else to be.
He appears, warm eyes, short hair, solid build. He's all smiles and gentleness. We talk briefly, he asks me this and that. I reply. I flirt. His friends chuckle in the background, I know I've seen them all before. I'm so safe.
Won't you tell me your name?
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