The impossible-to-bear stench of the man next to me explains the only free seat on the full bus.

It also explains my stupidity.

He reeks of something foul, contagious, putrefact.

I'm still sitting next to him.

Welp, too late now.

It would be embarrassing to get up.

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A/N: Theme song: "Weird Al Yankovic: Another One Rides The Bus."