Framfor meg på bussen sat ein mann med gult hår.
Eg bøygde meg sakte fram og kyssa han i nakken. Det var
akkurat så godt som eg hadde trudd. Han lét avisa falle ned
i fanget.
Sjåfør! Få ho ut!
Eg lente meg like sakte tilbake og såg ut.
Eg meiner det var sol den dagen.
In front of me in the bus was a man with yellow hair.
I leant gently forwards and kissed the nape of his neck. It was
just as good as I’d imagined. He let his newspaper fall
into his lap.
Driver! Get her out!
I leant back just as gently and looked out.
I think it was sunny that day.
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