Today, my eyes started riding on the bus for a few days. Finding a familiar face. where are you ?
Where ..
I got this.
The mind got better by looking at the desired look. I was pretty sure the girl would stay inside this bus. I am surprised at it sometimes. On another bus, I grew up in the bus that is not the only girl I live in. Not one day, every day.
My identity to the girl at the local bus. Start with very simple events. I have to change buses at least once to get to my compass. Generally everyone is named Gulistan. But it is a bit of trouble for me to get inside the crowd. So I fall down a little earlier. The bus went down to the press club and got on the bus from the secretariat. The first day she was in bed, she was sitting in the seat before the last seat.
. I pushed the crowd a little backwards. As I looked at her, the girl looked at me with a strange eye. I was surprised. Seeing the girl's look, I just recently escaped from the zoo. I am at ...
