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» I am not a bus person. I do trains, planes, and people movers with ease and enthusiasm, but buses arouse the dark silhouette of despair that sleeps fitfully in my stomach, waking to attention the moment my backside hits the bus seat. I don't go around advertising this fact; the last time I casually mentioned it was in Sydney trying to find a way to get from Bondi to the casino.
» This is part two of an exciting story which started last week on this very page. Normally I have no time for readers who miss a week of this column, but if for some unfathomable reason you did, here is a brief synopsis:
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