From Russia with Love

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During the bus drive, Sebbo rushed rhymes on a nice pile of sheets with his pencil to pass time. He had a hard time to find rhymes but tried. His sight glides to his watch indicating it was almost past five. In a couple of hours it would be dusk time. It was a long day at school and these sucked like a lot, but on the upside he was home soon for some fun night or for some smut time or to watch prime time crime movies on television.

The bus came to an halt - stop sign. Everybody on the bus hoped for sunshine, but instead the windshield rough-wiped the nasty rain away with no sign of the outside to dry. Fuck rain.

Sebbo eyed the crowd on his right side: Some guys discussed fights they had seen last night, sometimes Sebbo was interested in these, but right now he was not. What's nice right now were the butts spied by Sebbo with his lust eyes. Sebbo had to hide the fact he must smile wide thinking about the butts shine. No, he had to hide before disgust might ensue.

His eyes moved back to the sheet in front of him. Sebbo rubbed his chin, usually his brain could be trusted blindly with pride like a guide, but now his brain was apparently not working anymore.

What rhymes with bus ride?