Pulling on a navy blue sweater against the cold, Anne sat in the back of the bus rumbling through the village of Tawny More. Eventually the bus rounded a corner and stopped in front of the Post Office. A few extra passengers got on and sat down. “Hello, how's it going?” said a girl. Anne looked her over and realized she was familiar. “Jenny,” said the girl. “Ah yes I thought so,” replied Anne, “from dancing class. It's been a while, how are you?” The bus lurched a bit and they held onto their bags. “I'm still doing the dancing,” replied Jenny, “it keeps me fit. That and I have a young daughter to care for now, so there's not a lot of time left over.”
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