When it was over I went to a cubicle and took off my clothes. I took a good look at my juice-stained T-shirt. I’m not the one who washes it but I’m not a fool for not knowing that it’s hard to remove stains from clothes. Aling Linda will have a hard time with this again. Tss. The wind just blew me away and took the dress he gave me. Is it him? I looked at it closely but it was obviously not really used yet.
I just wore it. It’s too big for me so I just packed it in my pants. I came out of the cubicle with my stained clothes and approached the sink and then rubbed the part that was filled with Juice. Hoping for it to disappear and I smiled as it also disappeared somehow. My only problem now is where should I hang this?
I got out of the car and heard the laughter and stories of the two men
