Crying was not an option as he was surrounded by people. leaning his head over the window glass trying to alter his itchiness raised from the wails of his own heart. The bus was rally-crowded and he was trying to get some harmony while chewing the gum and closed his button-shaped eyes which hadn’t been … Continue reading Boy And His Quenched Thirst !
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