The common words

We shall traveled together

Okay, Uncle…

By motorcycle.

Excuse me.

Her voice was restrained

from saying no more

at her uncle

at his relentless effort

so they docked her luggage

between the space

of their seats.

Thank you

What for, Uncle?

Without you, no one would bring me to town.

That’s what my license for, Uncle. For the benefit of usage, isn’t it…

He only shop his things once every three day

He only owned a motorcycle license

He would wait for her arrival

Every weekend

Four times a week

She missed him

She longed for him

He remained as her most handsomest story.

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