John stretched when they go off at the Triplicane bus stop.
“That was something. Thanks, man! I really appreciate it. I’ve got a question though.”
Asif was a picture of attention.
John Perry wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt and took a deep breath.
“So I just saw how over a hundred people traveled in a bus meant for forty or fifty. Everyone was cool. There were no fights. You were able to buy a ticket by passing your money from the back of the bus to the front. The conductor sent back change perfect to the last cent… uh… paisa...”
“Women felt safe for the most pa...
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