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My bus stop was about 3/4 of a mile away, though we lived at the end of a very long, rural dead-end street and there really was almost no reason for my parents to fear for my safety. Still, most of the time they would drive me there (or all the way to school), and usually picked me up... or we car-pooled with one of the other parents who were picking up their kids from the same bus stop. Every once in a while, though, no one would be there, so I would walk... I think that started when I was about 8 years old.
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And think not you can direct the course of Love;
for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
--Khalil Gibran
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