One Sunday afternoon, strumming his guitar while strolling on a tiny mound of soil, he was going to meet her at the store. She was sitting on a bench waiting for a jeep routed to school. He gestured that he liked her.
One Sunday afternoon, strumming his guitar while strolling on a tiny mound of soil, he was going to meet her at the store. She was sitting on a bench waiting for a jeep routed to school. He gestured that he liked her.
