Minggu, 20 November 2016
It is Saturday. Like the other Saturdays, The
girl is sitting down on the corner of the room. Gazing into a cup of tea
and a piece of chocolate cake. There is teardrop on her beautiful
cheeks, but her lips are still forced to smile.
It is Saturday. Someone has promised to come, but until now, he has never there. The girl is still waiting. In vain.
It is Saturday. Someone has promised to come, but until now, he has never there. The girl is still waiting. In vain.
That
was Saturday. The guy already promised his girl to come, but he was
late. The girl was already waiting him, so he drove his car faster.
Unfortunately, his brake was not holding and his car struck the sidewalk
and rolled.
It is Saturday. Like the other Saturdays, The guy is sitting down on the corner of the room, in front of The girl. As usual, The guy can see The girl, but she can’t.
It is Saturday. Like the other Saturdays, The guy is sitting down on the corner of the room, in front of The girl. As usual, The guy can see The girl, but she can’t.
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