The course on the second or third for the holidays had to go home on the upper side shelf of the plateau, with normal tickets I flew. He entered the car and found his side. Behind me was a 70+ old woman, thin, slightly trembling. He said goodbye to her, put his bag on the shelf and went to sit with friends at the other end of the car. Coming back to sleep closer to 24, the old lady was all awake. I wish her a good night and went to sleep. My weight at that time was 85 probably with a height of 192.
I wake up in the morning and see an elderly woman sitting still more trembling. There was a similar dialogue:
Good morning to you!
and good. My dear, I held your shelf in my hands all night, afraid that you would fall and kill me.
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