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At the bus stop, the girl beside me ashes on one of the seats. I’ll be sick if I inhale, but I’m all out of breath. I open my mouth and let her stale ash in. I let the dryness out. I sit the half-eaten burrito in a plastic bag on my lap. We’re both wearing white tank tops and black bras, only mine…