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The station buzzed with noise as people moved from one place to another, said goodbye to family and friends, and tried to get last-minute tickets.
One man was carried out of the station by security personnel for causing a scene when he couldn’t get a ticket.
He had tried to sneak onto one of the buses but was caught and thrown out. When he pleaded his case, they threatened to call the cops, and that was the cue I needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
The last thing I wanted was law enforcement sniffing around in case one of them recognized me and sent me back before I was ready to return.
“Are you still mad at me?” Quincy asked as we stepped onto the bus.
I gave him a puzzled look, then moved my gaze to the lady asking for our tickets so she could direct us to our seat
