Two days passed I went through a 300 km long car journey to try to find yourself a hope with your help. Finally I got the failure. You back sit bus Ben oà cry like a child. I cry for the helpless, crying because of the treachery, who cried because of the nervousness, crying because of loneliness, terrible in a strange land no one besides the cover
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