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He said. I almost see him everyday, we are this close to becoming friends. His job is to drive the university’s shuttle that i take. He is a talker, you know. The rest of the drivers are kinda serious. Not mine, he is funny, engaging. He asks and he listens. So far he has told me about his trips around the world, about the best way to prepare a bath after a long day of work. Today we talked about fiction and children. There is something about him. It is not only that he looks like my father but he behaves like one, a tender one. I must say, riding the bus became a new experience for me already.