3 juillet 2026

The school bus driver noticed a little girl crying every morning

It was a cry for help

John stood there in the empty bus, the paper trembling slightly in his hand. The late morning sun poured through the windows, lighting up the dust in the air. Everything looked normal.

But nothing felt normal anymore.

He read the sentence again.

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