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[[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] The late-night city bus rattles through empty streets, its windows holding a dim display. As the clock strikes midnight, the frost begins to bloom. The student wearing a backpack the office worker whose necktie is half loose the delivery driver who boarded before me. Their sighs of exhaustion, rising elegantly into the recycled air create a warm, intricate pattern of flowers. I look at them, bags falling beneath my eyes. A full day of studying, writing, thinking, just for people who don’t have a clue that I do this for them. Though I watch. As if I’m at some exhibition, I change seats, walk around, cross my legs as my body soaks in the presence of the ignorant yet beautiful flowers. With one’s frustrated sigh, with one’s breath of passion from a heated chest, I wipe away the frost and press my forehead to the glass. On the cold, shaking window our reflections overlap. “Long time no see.” Friends we’ve known our whole life but with whom conversation is now forbidden. [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box]] [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box-end]]