The writer.
I sit in the bus today and behind me a young couple, aged 16-17.
There is such a beautiful snow on the street.
Such a small conversation.
She: smari, smari what a beautiful snow
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You look, you don’t look, you look.
I see, I look from the other side.
She: What’s going on there too?
I began to roast like an exploded and the guy went out to the first stop leaving her in the bus.