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I sat outside the station for a long time. I don't really know why. My mind was reeling. Wow... I thought... why can't I be more like that? I thought about how Bosco handled all of the situations I'd just seen him in. He was so calm, so focussed. He knew exactly what he was doing.
I looked up as I heard a familiar voice. "What are you still doing here?" It was Bosco.
"I... wanted to say something..." I said to him. He sat down on the bench next to me.
"What?"
"It's just... I've never seen anything like that before." I said nervously.
"Like what?" He replied, confused.
"Like that... with that guy with the gun. You were so calm, you knew exactly what you were doing... so fearless and-" I stopped, as I saw him shrug and look away.
I looked at the ground. "I just sorta wish I was more like that... I always feel like such a looser, I never seem to do anything right."
He smirked. "Let me guess. You're.. the type.. of person, who manages to get smart with the worst kind of people, jump into awkward situations, and..."
Wow. It was like he was reading my mind.
"... and panic, making things so much worse."
I looked at the ground. "Yea."
He sighed. I looked up to watch him walk away.
"Go home, kid." Was the last thing he said.