After we talked about the Stuff, i gain suspicion on this guy.
He could be a murderer for all i know
I shudder at the thought and ignore him,
but then he clears his throat.
"Brad," he pulled out his hand for me to shake
I stare at it for a little to long and finally shake his hand, "Kara," i smiled.
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Train Station
Historia CortaA boy, a girl. Strangers. One train, one seat. © zahraunique All rights reserved
