The pattern would be in the rightful spot, it seems like a lot of staging effort, the location Allowing to have, waiting for the big city of Manhattan, New York, bus line forever, and ever, properly stuck in horrific traffic jams, one man who walked to the woods-like Bench straight through, he takes a lovely seat, beginning with someone marching through. The same classic and modern bench, one woman who takes a polished seat, these two. We were waiting. Recatch a bus, which takes forever. The longest hours. These two were very strong in their connection. The man who reads the New York Times, and the woman sneaks up close enough. She tried to kiss him briefly. He returned that kiss. The bus came. They walk in together at last. The bus driver said… I am so sorry, it took a very long time. It happened before, since he stopped the bus, thank you! The day was truly awkward. Those two were living together, they sat outside the patio deck, one Coke, one Pepsi, reconnecting with us. Handily flow, we work together in the New York Times Reporters. The End
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
4-3-26
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