I may have wanted a water bottle, but there was no way I was going to buy it from him now.
I was awakened by something cold and wet on my face. A man stood over me in the bus’s aisle, clutching a cardboard box full of water bottles in one hand and a single, sweating water bottle in the other. He smirked. I glared.
I may have wanted a water bottle, but there was no way I was going to buy it from him now.
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