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What happened?
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When you pulled your formidable brain force and impressive resources from the elite secret bus creation chat room, it immediately fizzled, and became not the place to be. The site blanched, as did our overall sense of mission, our zeal, if you will. Sorrow prevailed, and the forces of darkness danced. A ripe tomato of an idea withered. Somewhere, babies wept. The weary world felt sorry for itself.
Chastened, unchatted, I kicked my dog hard, only to remember suddenly that I have no dog, and hastened to apologize to my neighbor, who took refuge in the great roadmap of strain written on the proverbiall mug, and allowed me to escape with a kick in the teeth.
There is no bus for me now, and at this point, even if there were, there wouldn't be.
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We proved ourselves unworthy of busdom, now doomed to falter and stoop along singly as the unschooled tinkers that we are.
We failed to generate sufficient leavening.Comment
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