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DJG Consulting: Exercice de Style #9 The bus, like life, moved forward. Relentless, indifferent, cutting through the city streets with the same mechanical purposefulness that had long occupied Guildenstern’s own thoughts. He sat near the middle, unnoticed, as usual. The driver, a woman with kind eyes and a worn face, navigated through the 17th arrondissement…