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to the woman so heartless; you sit on the bench at the train station, watching people walking pass you. you see a toddler running around without his mother beside. you then notice a woman looking all over frantically. the toddler runs into the middle platform , into the crowd. you ignore and wait for a random man dressed in an expensive looking suit. you spotted a man carrying a suitcase. you start walking with a stick, like a blind man. you use the stick, hit the man on his knee. he drops his suitcase. you take the suitcase and run away. you bring it into the toilet and opened it. in it, you find papers. papers of his will. he has a week left to live.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
heartless
to the woman so heartless; you sit on the bench at the train station, watching people walking pass you. you see a toddler running around without his mother beside. you then notice a woman looking all over frantically. the toddler runs into the middle platform , into the crowd. you ignore and wait for a random man dressed in an expensive looking suit. you spotted a man carrying a suitcase. you start walking with a stick, like a blind man. you use the stick, hit the man on his knee. he drops his suitcase. you take the suitcase and run away. you bring it into the toilet and opened it. in it, you find papers. papers of his will. he has a week left to live.
noorulain
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
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