Pokémon Gone

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There is a blustery wind shaking the bus this morning. The world is black, an occasional bright light in the distance making the raindrops on the window sparkle. It feels as if it's the middle of the night, not nearly seven in the morning. I had a race with a man today. What did I call him previously? Man with Stick? Yes, maybe. Man with Stick hasn't been on this bus for a while. This is nice because it means I don't lose my seat to either him or the other chap, who steals my seat when his gets stolen by Man with Stick. MwS usually gets to the bus stop very early, but today he was late. He followed me all the way from my house {not as weird as it sounds}; I could hear him clacking and wheezing behind me all the way along the High Street. I won the race and joined the small queue of four to hop on the bus which was just coming around the corner. Cheeky MwS walked to the head of the queue and then tried to intercept me. Nobody else, just me. So I made a big point of standing as close as I could to the woman in front and squeezing myself between them. I half expected him to use Stick to beat me in an effort to get on. Anyhow, I got my seat. He scowled. The Fight will be on tomorrow! And the title of this rambling post? I haven't played Pokémon since last Thursday. It does not Go anymore, it is simply Gone. I means, how silly does a grow'd up lady really want to look whilst walking down the street?