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Vibrations
Standing by the road, waiting for the company bus to go home. 2 am, I am tired, the phone in my pocket vibrates. It's a feeling that strikes fear into me. It usually means work. I pull out the phone, I see it's my home calling. "How come you're not home yet?" asked my mum. She sounds sleepy. "Work mah," I reply, slightly annoyed. "So late?" "It's normal what." "Still must call mah. Scare me so late still not home." "Okay." The bus is fast today, and I get off at the bus stop, my usual stop. I am feeling sorry for being terse. I should have been glad. There will come the day when there is no one left who cares whether you come home or not. Then you are truly alone.
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