a small story
it was 8th day since she had left her home, with 3 dollars in her pocket and a slice of buttered bread, to meet him. she could see him cleaning the window panes of the brand new cars that stood glistening inside the showroom he worked. she could not stop her sprint across the road, the truck driver couldn't stop the truck...
2 Comments:
why this story re???
By Anonymous, at July 05, 2005 2:59 AM
rathr depressin a story.
By Teleute, at July 05, 2005 7:03 PM
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