Ras
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  • الوقت 2h 3m
  • مقروء 88
  • صوت 0
  • أجزاء 13
  • الوقت 2h 3m
مستمرة، تم نشرها في سبتـ ٢٥, ٢٠٢٣
On a Bus one snowy evening in Toronto, Canada, a young man is travelling home from work at his construction job. He is a mason and it has been a long, hard day. All he wants to do is get home, eat, shower and get in his bed.
That same evening, a young woman boards that same bus, she is an attorney, after working late at her office, she too is heading home to relax, drink a glass of wine and retire to bed. The only reason she is on this bus today is because her Audi is in the shop.
As they travel along, three men also get on this bus. What happens next sets in motion a series of events that bring this young man and young woman together. Two people from totally different worlds, cultures and beliefs, who come to learn, that when love gets involved, there are no boundaries.
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