11″He runs past a street, holding a backpack ln his shoulder when he bumps you without looking. When he turns to look around, he smiles and holds onto your arm. "Excuse me... I wasn't looking." He says.
11″He runs past a street, holding a backpack ln his shoulder when he bumps you without looking. When he turns to look around, he smiles and holds onto your arm. "Excuse me... I wasn't looking." He says.
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