You are a bus. You are a blue bus. You are a red bus. You are a grey bus. You are a large bus. You are a small bus. You are a school bus. You are a night bus. You are a bus that carries passengers to work, driving the same route, back and forth, every single day. You are a bus that has been converted into a mobile home and is driven right across America. You are a bus packed to the brim with Nepali travellers traversing bumpy roads. You are a bus forgotten and left to rust in a disused scrapyard. You are a bus with a coffee-stain on the leftmost seat two rows from the back and a scrap of discarded paper kicked into an unsweepable corner. You are every bus. You are all buses. You are the Omnibus.
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