Friday in meters I was bored to death. A little 'Law and a bit' I watched the faces of those who came home with me. In the same truck were people I'd seen before. Do not know them but maybe you are familiar and are also good people. Good fathers and mothers and children so well behaved.
So one day there will be written on their graves. Certainly not on mine.
Then think about it going under the ground we have become accustomed. Only the our grave now goes up and down the station and we are all standing or sitting.
Friday there was a young girl. Eyes large and blue. Boccoli blacks. To say that she was beautiful too. I am easily distracted by reading the newspaper, here is yes.
At one point she found that looking at her. It soon becomes clear why they look the other way.
I finished reading an article for the third time and then I covered her hair and eyes. I could not look more.
get to my stop. I leave in a hurry because I'm late and I do the stairs quickly. Leaving behind me I hear a voice.
Sorry but you are not the friends that today was store?
blue eyes peered at me and waits for a response.
I feel he wants to tell him a lie just to attack any button and I would also like to sew this button.
Excuse me I think you got the wrong person and I'm late.
stupid smile on the part of both. She goes away to the left. Have thought that I am silly. I
well.
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