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{†}—”You know,” Xavier says to the stranger standing next to him at the bus stop, his Russian accent thick. He’s wearing sunglasses despite the cloudy day. “The history of the bus is conflicted. Some say it started in 1823, but there were similar services all the way back in 1662.” He says, staring forward. He glances over at the other, a half smile on his face.

    “I’d say it started in 1662,” the vampire says, “that’s how long it feels like I’ve been waiting on this bus.”