One afternoon, in the Lower Pole Flag

Sweat flowed freely in a black body. White grains are rolling like rain crashing on the shiny black stones. Not in pedulikannya sun, which scorched more tortured heart from his body which is now bathed in the hot sun. If she was a woman, surely she would cry, but he was a boy. Men who are used to crashing, cornered by circumstances, in the stabbing of a bitter reality. This three-year struggle led to the disillusionment that is shaking the soul. Two words reads "No Pass" was written on the paper announced yesterday sweep over the ruins of his hopes for this.Those two words ...


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