What a boner!
My story is a little different from the others. This last Thursday I took a trip to the interior of Minas. I boarded at 7 o'clock and, as usual, sat in the last row of seats. Shortly afterwards a very interesting guy came in and sat in the front seat, but on the opposite side. As soon as he sat down he began to look at the seat where I was.
The other passengers were sitting more in front of us and didn't notice the lance rolling. I started squeezing my stick and he kept looking. Through the glass of the bus you could see his eyes. When I looked at his side, he usually looked away. However, there was a moment when I looked and he kept looking at me. This was during almost the entire trip. Every time the bus stopped and the lights came on, there he was looking at me.
Unfortunately, after 1:30 we arrived at the destination and he came down. When I came down he was already in front of the cinema looking at the posters. I went to the bathroom and when I came back he had disappeared.
Your image is still in my vision. I'm going to take a bath thinking about you.
The other passengers were sitting more in front of us and didn't notice the lance rolling. I started squeezing my stick and he kept looking. Through the glass of the bus you could see his eyes. When I looked at his side, he usually looked away. However, there was a moment when I looked and he kept looking at me. This was during almost the entire trip. Every time the bus stopped and the lights came on, there he was looking at me.
Unfortunately, after 1:30 we arrived at the destination and he came down. When I came down he was already in front of the cinema looking at the posters. I went to the bathroom and when I came back he had disappeared.
Your image is still in my vision. I'm going to take a bath thinking about you.
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