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When I was in high school I rode a greyhound bus from Fla. to NJ. It was without a doubt the most dreadful experience of my life. I finally got off the bus at a rest stop in VA and hitchhiked the rest of the way home rather than endure another moment on that awful bus. I can see someone with a few mental shortcomings being pushed over the edge on one of those busses.
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