Heartcore sounds like vomit rock

I like to watch the other passengers on the trolley. Most of the time it is merely an interesting study of human behaviour for me. I like to make up playful little anecdotes about the other riders as I coast to my destination. There are times that I outright condemn certain passengers, such as the group of fare-dodging bitches I mentioned a while back. More recently, there were two pre-pubescent boys who got off at Station Square who thought it would be funny to call the driver an "asshole" as they exited the car. Not two stops later, the driver was chasing some other pre-pubescent boy around the underground station, trying to apprehend him for some offence I didn't witness (though it would have to be pretty serious to make a trolley driver chase you about the station). The child was able to escape when the driver tripped and fell, much to my disappointment as a distant witness. These are people who do not need my imagination to create anecdotes. Their characterisation has already been cast.

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