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order clonazepam online canada Miriam was an older lady, stockier than this image, a heavier long coat, wearing a little hat, with rouge smudged on her chubby cheeks and a dab of non-matching red lipstick on her lips. She sat with her purse at the bus station.

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Finally, my bus was ready to load. The bus driver allowed Miriam to see me to my seat and bid me adieu. She scolded him on the way out, “You almost made me late for my ride home again, Thomas!” He apologized and gave her a hug. “Now you see she gets off at Sydney and watch that her grandparents are there to meet her or you stay with her until they get there!” she added, pointing a finger at his nose.

She stood on the sidewalk, checking the clock, and waving at me until we pulled out. “I see you’ve met Miriam Gilchrist,” the bus driver said with a huge grin. “You must have lost your money, gotten hurt .. or, oh well, just your condition probably gave her the signal. She’s our bus stop angel.”

In my pocket, Miriam had stuck something as we left. Again, being a tad wary, I thought she was checking my pockets. I checked them as I sat on the bus. A little handwritten card, sort of smudged and wrinkled, said, “God loves you and is with you every where you go.”

Thank you to Flight of Phoenix face book page :)

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