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Orbit

On that day, not so dreary as his face seemed to reflect, he sat quietly on the bus, ear buds in ears, watching hazy, multi-colored silhouettes pass by. He fiddled with his iPod, shuffling through songs, only listening to the first few seconds of each until he happened upon one with a meandering guitar refrain. Sitting back in the seat, he leaned his head on the mist and dirt covered window. Cold to the touch, the window numbed the sharp pain that persisted in his temples since he said that awkward goodbye.