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A Taste of Prepatory School "You're a lucky one ya know," the burly man grumbled, tapping the ashes off his cigarette and gracefully onto his thick, curly brown beard. He didn't seem to notice as he fumbled with the spare change I handed him, eventually giving up on sliding them in the slot of his money box, and instead placing it in his grimy old shirt pocket. Are all NYC bus drivers this unsanitary? I thought to myself, failing to realize that I'd been gawking at him a second too long. He glared, wearing an expression of utmost impatience. I looked down and self-consciously squirmed in my shoes, which didn't reassure me at all since the w