Don't get on the Sad bus. Wait instead for the number 9 or the G line. Catch the Yellow line a few blocks over. Walk, even. Just don't get on the sad bus. Let it go by. There'll be others. Don't get on that bus. It's a sad, sad bus. Don't ride it.
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But what if I wanted to go to the Sad Café...because "The clouds rolled in and hid that shore
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Sad Cafe's okay. There's whiskey to sneak in your coffee and plenty of grease to go around, when the past comes calling. Oh, it's a holy place.
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