IA chills looking at the road. Ornate jacket sheepskin has soaking wet from earlier, when the rain came down with the swift. Very aesthetically deserted road, occasionally blinding headlights gaze between tempias falling water. And a wave of his hand right in vain, no ride for the night. The man waved his jacket until the grains of water falling loose to the floor along the overhang of the store an hour ago had been closed by the owner.He blew his breath, trying to seek the warmth of her own. He wanted to go home. Someone had already promised her to come two hours ago, ...
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