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The Rookie
The little fan was hopelessly outclassed. He could feel three dozen sets of eyes staring at his back; nothing could keep him from sweating. Finally, a woman said, "Go left, then right; you'll be okay." He waved his thanks and got them going. "A rookie on this bus route," she muttered. "What were they thinking?"
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