We move across London, jumping up and down. People look and stare in bewilderment.
Have they never seen a large golden bus before?
Then something magical happens, one person smiles. They make a joke to their companion, another smile. Then other person catches sight of us and does the same. Office workers in suits, shoppers with their wares. Security guards guarding nondescript buildings.
Happiness through the scratched glass.
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